there- do you see that? beneath the reeds?

in this reality, i take the form of ████ . in this reality, i lay in bed every night wishing to wake up where i belong.
i'm a shut-in with a tenuous grip on reality and an even more tenuous grip on my own memories.
i don't know if i am in the right place.
i guess this darker part of my ~fun little site~ is similar to a peeling of a shiny, bakelite veneer.
it is the place where i tell my secrets for no one to see.
it is the place.