I'm losing weight. I don't own scales but I can tell. I feel, light. Breasts are notably smaller, stomach flat. I don't know if this is such a good thing.
I've never liked reality much. I've always dreamt of fairies. I was the Wendy that would've stayed with Peter. I want a transient existance. A place where no one knows my real name. Living a normal existance is so overrated.