i've always felt like Fate is looking down at me,
laughing his ass off, watching me tell myself "I'm the happiest for the first time in 3 months, nothing bad can happen to me". Then Fate would choose his next move, with that grin on his face that clearly says "I'm about to ruin you again". He will not warn me before striking his thunders upon me, not even letting me rest, bad thing after bad thing until he is satisfied at least.
I always end up curled in bed, scared to even move in case something bad occurs again.
My mind is still processing everything that he makes me go through in the moment.
My poor body, already used to it, creates a bubble around me and puts a blind on my eyes
so i can no longer see,
so i can no longer feel.
My memory becomes blurry, a self-defense mechanism i've used since the first time it happened.
i can't move. i can't feel,
i can't eat, i can't sleep,
i can't breathe
why can't Mr. Fate care about me?
