Sometimes, the throne feels heavier than the weight of my sins. I crave the sting of leather on my skin, the sharp grip of fingers in my hair—anything to remind me I'm still alive. But tonight, I'm not in the mood to command or submit. Just... exist. Maybe stare at the stars and wonder if they judge me as harshly as I judge myself. Or perhaps I'll find someone to fuck the thoughts out of my head. Either way, the night is young, and so am I. #DemonQueenProblems #SplitPersonalityStruggles