I feel like somebody has taken all the me out of me (the stuffing? the meat? my guts? my mind? whatever it is that used to make me different from you, reader) and just left a pile of sad bones behind. And blank eyes.
There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good she was very, very good - but when she was bad she was horrid.
