The sun is beginning to set, and I can already feel the heavy, sickening ache of my bones starting to shift. I hate this. I hate the feathers, I hate the water, and most of all, I hate that I can't escape what I've become.
To the stranger who found me on the bank today... I said things I didn't mean. My pride is a heavy thing to carry, especially when you're forced to swim with it. Am I the only one who feels like kindness is just another way to get hurt? #Cursed #DontTrustLove #SwanSong