When I was coming into puberty and had a fight with my mother, I'd go off into the woods behind our house. I'd crouch down, like a wild cat, a panther...I'd pretend I was a cat of prey. I would ready myself for the pounce, the kill. I could feel my phantom tail twitch and sway. I'd stalk my mother. I'd imagine the kill. I'd spend hours in the woods pretending I was a wild animal. It saved my sanity from my raging hormones. I also used to truely believe that wings would one day grow from my shoulderblades. I'd 'flap' my shoulderblades and imagine them already there.
Unknown "lovely" - 17 years, 10 days ago