Frostbitten Insides.
_I'm just hoping the guards will take vacation days come Christmas. It's been so long. I don't remember what feeling is like anymore. I'm Frosty without the tophat: a cold shell waiting to become animated. Only difference is there's no tophat to fix me. I'm frozen solid and there's no remedy. No antifreeze. No solution to my problem. I am a memory of what was. The battery died in my emotions and now I just count the days until somebody or something jumpstarts it, so I'll be human again. Am I scared? Possibly. I don't know. I have no control over anything anymore. I lost the login information to my feelings, and now I can't connect to the database. My facial expressions don't represent anything anymore. I just go through the motions so I can still feel partially alive. That's all I can do at this point. I'm still waiting on the "Password Reset" email. It'll come eventually. Until then, I just hope it doesn't get too warm out. That'd be the end of me.