Every fucking day. Is this not common sense?

My birthday is coming up.

I'm late.

Shit...I wonder. Hm.

Oh, piss off.

Morning.

Yeah.

I'm kind of happy there wasn't a big celebration for my birthday. People makes things like this way too much of a big deal.

I need to go to a doctor. This isn't working anymore. Ugh.

One day I'll be able to stop thinking and relax. Today is not that day.

Issy is thrilled about this, but I'm not sure what to think.

I hate to say it, but like… what did anyone *expect* from the evil circus?

I wonder if the bastard's even thinking of me today. Probably not. I shouldn't fucking bother.

She thinks she is the subject of this story, the one who watches, desires, sees, the one who acts upon the world. She does not feel the eyes on her, does not know she is being observed, that her fate is not to reshape the world but to be reshaped by it.