entry 11: leftover curry (may 1)

leftover curry from three days ago. probably unsafe, but i heated it anyway. the rice was hard at the edges, smelled faintly metallic. i ate while the laptop updated, watched the progress bar creep forward.

she sat beside the bowl. i imagined her judging me, but then realized that was my thought, not hers.

on the forum, someone posted a photo of their custom doll in an elaborate wedding gown. lace, pearls, tiny gloves. comments were full of awe. i looked at my twin’s blouse, stained with my blood-prick, and felt a kind of pride. not bridal, not pure. my sister.