it's always 'why did you do that?' when the only thing they need is a simple 'how are you?' or 'how do you feel?'.
they said.
no,
i don't want a plain 'how are you?'.
i want them to ask me how it feels to be eaten inside out, to rot excruciatingly slow, to feel like a devil amidst your angels.
'hi, i feel strange, thank you.'
it's not that simple. the air that fills my lungs is like water. it suffocates me. i'm breathing and yet i'm not. i'm hungry.
mon
2/24/25 12:55