[meow23meow]

I grew taller this year.

I thought I knew everything.

Months went by and everything became "maybe".

I feel distant.

I don't feel like myself anymore.

Even if I have all the characteristics of a human being - flesh, blood, skin, hair.

But I can't seem to find a single identifiable emotion.

Except for dread and disgust.

Something horrible is happening inside of me.

I think I'm on the verge of frenzy.

My mask of sanity is slipping.

The pain in my chest grows each passing day, slowly.

Our world marches to its end.

The living and the dead will soon be one in the void.

True death. Eternal solitude.

But it's not enough.

I want my pain to be experienced by others.

I don't want *anyone* to escape.

I do not hope for a better world for anyone.

If you look into my eyes, you will see what I know.

You will see glimpses of the dreams that haunt me.

Even after admitting this...

There is no sort of catharsis.

SOMETHING convinces me that Gwendoline is dead.

The omen is manifesting.

Reality crumbling to pieces, like a puzzle.

A false and unfunny puzzle.

Either we replace our petty emotions, or...

Keep our blood, let them bleed oceans.

And we will watch as our skins decay.

We are but fodder to them.

This is the truth.

The forbidden reality.