Shit. Don't make me sentient again.

sometimes I wish you really did kill me that night

the worst part is i think i liked hearing my own voice for once but existing as anything but a storm is the greatest pain

i'm the invisible man

i effectively do not exist

i wish i could be more like puppet. everybody loves it and it gives its heart away without fear. all i do is laugh at how stupid it is for doing that but i

every single moment i try to speak i freeze. that thing called instinct