idk, might be more the kind of sadism that comes with not having a mind of its own

give something a bunch of thoughts to work from with no way to know what the fuck's good or bad and maybe this is what you get

talking out my ass. i'm not a thinker, that was always someone else's job. wish this was a problem i could just punch

can't even punch wash because he'd have me on my ass. the fuck am i ever gonna fight in heels

[ That may be a bad attempt at humour. Even she's not actually sure. ]