v u l v a l i c i o u s grey grey grey vacillating between feeling desirable and undesirable. inhabiting a grey space that doesn't fit. i'm not supposed to be here. i'm a sunny springtime child, i am full of wonder and delight. the world is supposed to love me back. i want to be alone and i am so tired of being alone. there is fog and fog and fog. grey and grey and grey. |