"Would you still love me if I unzipped my skin and showed you how I was rotting from the inside and out?"

"Fear is a funny thing" I say out loud so the whole world can hear me laughing at it, whilst it's eating me from the inside. FEAR FEAR FEAR. I'm afraid, I'm fucking scared to death of what's happening inside of me, around me. If I was ever doubting myself before, doubt is not enough to describe what I'm feeling now. I can see my flesh being eaten by all the things I don't understand, until all that's left is bones. I can see my bones being chewed up, spat out and as I leave the remains of my body my empty laughter is suddenly filled with meaning. It was all a stupid game, a game I failed to play.