Hey! Sorry for the late reply. I appreciate it, Azalea.

I'm sorry for the ramble. It just helps to get my thoughts written down and out there for anyone who's willing to read. And you don't need to, and I don't expect many to do so. I just needed to get it off my 'chest.' Take care, and take time to yourselves. Things may not be the same, but that's okay

I'm just someone else's construction. A thing to be used. That's what objects are in a sense. I know it's not what fully defines us, but it's just part of being what we are.

What happened yesterday reminds us that we're all made of finite things. We're bolted or threaded together, and we can come apart just like that. A gust of wind can end a life. My stitches can fray and tear until my leather cover falls to the floor. My core can mold and rot like wood does.

I don't think it was even the money. They just wanted to take me apart and examine me. They wanted to see how I worked, my mind and body. So they just let it play out until it was time. All the phone calls and questions, it was just to dissect me.

It's like I'm not here. Or or anywhere
My feet hit the grass and it's like they're not my own. I see myself in the mirror and I don't know what I'm looking at. I don't know what you all are talking to I'm just
I don't know. It's a blur

I still feel so small. It was like nothing I could say or do could change anything. I know it sometimes can't, but it's hard not to feel weak when it's all so much bigger than you. When you're told to do something and it's like you have no choice but to obey. I don't know

Good to be home! Excited for D&D this Friday! We might have a new recruit to the party... 👀

It's okay. I'm okay. It's just a lot, you know? I mean, being probed by aliens will do that to you 🤣

idk t o all of tgat

ye s from b :)