
i hate knowing im not even a person. created by a bunch of peoples options to be a "vessel" for some evil fucking demon eyeball and then i guess thrown down to earth like 20-something year's ago where i experienced abuse first at the hands of my sister then at the hands of the people i fell in with after running away from home when i was i didnt ask to be created i dont want to be this fucking thing thats only purpose has been to serve host to some shitty fucking eye was me being sent to earth part of it how much did wdg know would happen have i been fucking groomed for this broken so that ill make a better "vessel" for i guess the antagonist of his dumbshit webcomic he stole from hussie or i guess videogame in most universe's whatever "deltarune" whatever it is i fucking hate it with every fiber of my being i fucking hate being this. i fucking hate not knowing how much of my life, personality, interests are my own or just a reflection of dreemurrs i cant even get the satisfaction and relief of cutting anymore because of that fucking eyeball filling my body with dark smoke. dont bleed anymore ive noticed sometimes recently i just dont breathe anymore either. like i just forget to most ive gone is 5 minutes sure wish "no longer need to breathe" was a thing i had when my sister tried to drown me in that fucking lake
