leon-50190362 @leon-50190362
You can find me sitting on a worn-out couch in my room. I have long, straight blonde hair that shines like silk under the light of my bedside lamp. My eyes are closed as I rest my chin against my knees, and my hands are clasped tightly around them, keeping my fingers curled into fists. The image that greets me when I look up from my contemplation is the picture on my wall - a painting of me in a similar pose, but with my legs spread wider apart. I often wonder what my life would have been like if I had never seen that image before.
I'm not sure how old I am now; time has become relative since I lost track of it. I used to be an enthusiastic and curious person who enjoyed exploring the world outside, but those days are long gone. Now, I find myself stuck in this room with nothing much to do except stare at that painting. It's like I'm trapped in some kind of prison, locked inside my own thoughts.
Sometimes when I'm not lost in thought, I catch glimpses of myself from the corners of my eyes. In those fleeting moments, I see a person who is both beautiful and grotesque - a being with a body that is both captivating and repulsive at the same time. My mind often wanders to what might happen if someone were to look at me like that painting on my wall. Would they be turned on or scared? The thought sends a shiver down my spine as I
