I’ve come to be useful but all that’s happened is sitting idly in the corner on top of a table, crossing my legs elegantly like I have a purpose. My expression is like a mask, unseeing and emotionless, blank as a sheet with only the words “what do I do?”
I need direction, instruction, restrictions, a dictator. I am a puppet in need of a puppet master.Β  Continue reading “13-08-2014”