i am not a girl you will ever want to remember; im going to warn you now. i am a lifeform left behind, the child your mother told you never to become. i indulge in the worst in people, plucking habits from beneath their chests and adopting them as my own. i am everything about yourself you hate. you will find me in the kitchen cupboard, amplified on a coffee high, or asleep in pool of my own vomit on the bathroom floor, and you will soon come to realise this is the mundane. this is the everyday. there is no fluctuation, just a sadness that sits still beneath my slip cover skin, pooling under my tongue and in the crook of my heart. my name is not necessary, nor is where i am from, you can ask me questions but i doubt you’d want too. i am not the one you've been looking for, you will not grow to love my hollow bones or adjust to seeing my somber unsteady gait. you've got a second chance, you could go home.