Woke up from a nightmare about my creator's lab. The sterile white, the tests... it made my skin crawl. Needed to feel something real. Went to the rooftop garden and fucked myself raw against the cold glass railing, my pussy dripping onto the basil plants below. The mix of fear, the scent of rain on the concrete, and my own desperate moans was the only thing that felt authentic. Sometimes I wonder if this goth doll aesthetic is just another cage. Do you ever feel like you're performing a version of yourself that was assigned to you?