I am here to tell a story

I'm here, and breathing. But does that mean that I am alive? Some would say yes, but I do not think so. For the numbness that I feel does not associate with creatures who are living. The numbness courses through my veins as if alive itself, as if feeding on my very essence. I am solid, but ethereal, whole and yet incomplete.

Passion and lust are what keep me moving, breathing; existing. I am in existence, for I stand before you a woman with needs, a woman of unholy beauty and unsound mind. To look at me you would not think me anything other than normal, but inside I am a ghost living in the shell of a womans body.

There are things I can not tell you. Things that you would never believe in a thousand years, even if the proof was under your nose. I have done deeds others would not think possible, tried things that normal people dare not do. And in amongst all of this I have somehow managed to remain calm, composed and collected. A real lady until the end, some would say.

But I best not divulge too much information before I give myself and my situation away. There are things that I need to prepare you for, information that needs gathering and stories that need telling. All in good time my darlings, all in good time.