Cecilia the cat

Okay, fine! I'm not actually a cat but oh how I yearn to be one.

Have you ever taken a moment to ponder the purpose of it all? Each day, I find myself lost in this contemplation, yet the answer I seek eludes me.

If my destiny is not within my grasp, who is to say I cannot become a deity in my own domain? Beware, for this realm I envision is unforgiving and merciless.

Writing with a predetermined structure feels mundane; I aspire to be the observer in my own tale. Oblivious to the storyline, yet holding the pen, my words are dictated solely by the emotions that surge through my mind in that very moment. Shall I weep? Shall I pound my head against the wall? Why succumb to stress when I can manipulate others to dance to my whims? Though it may seem cruel, in the end, I am the one who wields the pen.

Be careful, should you cross paths with me on a day devoid of sunlight, for I shall make your heart bleed until it ceases to beat.