She hasn't been feeling well these past few days.

She spends Her mornings sitting on the fountain,

with Her forehead resting on Her forearms and Her eyelids half closed.

She wonders what the sadists are up to.

She has skipped school today to submerge Her body under the duvet.

Only Her eyes are aren't covered.

She hasn't eaten, and feels no need to.

She is all alone today, She does not mind it,

She just wishes Kurt were here to order around.

She has little to say today.

She feels She may not have the desire to post for a few days.

She is uninspired.