I’d Rather Stay In And Read Fanfics On AO3 Than Do This Thing Called Go Outside And Talk To People

I don't have the guts to put EVERYTHING i wrote here, but here is something I think was quite poetic.

I feel guilty that I am not just a mould, a print to shape and transfix into every area possible so that I can infinitise my gratitude for other's existences yet take the same familarly comfortable shape of a human so that my sole priority is other's pure pleasure and comfort and overall wellbeing.

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I feel like I am performing a sob-story to a wrongly-empathetic audience and that any minute now they will all be struck with horror to find that their beloved comfort light-amongst-the-dark, brave-through-everything character is actually a monster and I have monstrosised the silent hero in the story. Worse still, it brings more guilt to me that I know this turning point/ cliffhanger will never come.

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The Pope, desperate to avoid ever interacting with JD Vance again, went to the one place the Vice President couldn't follow: heaven.