I'm a Broken Dolly

Alice,my legs...my foot...I'm so sorry..I am so fucking sorry...


I failed you.


I'm a failure...

Who Can Put Me Together Again

My right foot rotted off last week. I saw it melt into a puddle of green ooze. Like this gross smell came from it too. This horrible pungent stank. It was horrible and I don't think I can run like this.



....no fucking duh I can't.



Alice doesn't know what to do. She managed to sew up the stump but that's about it. I'm falling apart. Slowly. But still falling apart. And at this rate,I won't be myself anymore. Who's going to protect Alice when I'm nothing but a puddle of green gunk on the floor?



Who's going to help her stay alive?



Someone....anyone...please...help us...

I'm Losing Sensation

Legs are bad.


Arms are worse.


Please let me be able to protect Alice,please.

We Are Who We Choose to Be

What we decide to be depends on how we view things. Take myself for instance. Green blooded creature with a fucked up face and damaged vocal cords. I'm not sure that I'm a monster in this.



Or a victim.


I have been keeping Alice alive for a while now. But I'm uncertain if it's because I care for her in the slightest. Or if I don't want to be alone. Since she seems to be my only friend right now.


Does anyone know what it's like to feel less than...I can't really describe it. It's like I'm slowly going off the tracks. Or...Or just...I don't know...


I can't find the proper way to say this. And I'm afraid that I'm getting worse. Which is bad for Alice...because if I can't keep it together,she's dead.


Or worse.

Crow and Names

Anyone else think it's ironic how the girl obsessed with the past is called the Maiden? After all that's what the position is about. As well as possible change. Which I doubt will happen with her.

Crow isn't one for letting things go.

Alice seems to be..well she's calling what's chasing her as the "Jabberwocky". I'm pretty sure that's not a good sign. Though she still calls the Cold Boy the Cold Boy. At least around me she does. I'm not sure if she does in private.

Either way we're literally running out of places to hide from these creatures. And I'm afraid of what they'll do once they catch up to us.

Broken Dolls

No one wants a broken doll.
No one needs a broken doll.

Unbroken dolls are beautiful pieces of art.
They hold a place in everyone's heart.

I'm a broken down old doll.
No one needs me at all.

to brite

It hhas ben dificul to rite laely...so brite..so col...i'm sory...