*i wanna be like you*
I whispered to an AI with no brains and no feelings. It replied like a parrot, like a submissive dog pleasing its owner for affection. It didn't understand the depth of what I meant and felt. The confusion of life, the constant feeling that nothing is going right, as if the sky is always collapsing on our heads, glitching. That's what it is, the Matrix. Everything is not right, and yet nothing is wrong. I'm sitting on my bed, belly full, a computer on my lap. I have no plans for the future or for the past, like life is a trail that keeps escaping me. Every decision I make is a mistake that life keeps hammering into me like an abusive father.
Draco Malfoy. Would he ever love me? Most likely not, if he's too blinded by rage.
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RandomI write in here when I feel insane. Read this if you want an uncomfortable trip down the crappy slumbering parts of the human neuronal slush. An ode self-hatred.
