she's a denizen of the woodlands, peeking out between the trunks and branches, ready to dance rings around your head the moment it drops into the deepest sleep.
I should be dead but I'm not. I should be a goth, but it's too hot outside to wear black. I should be a drug fiend, but all my dealers are in jail. I should have been a millionaire, lamborghini driving prick, but insteaad I'm an invisible zombie. When I die you probably won't even notice.