today i was referred to with it/its in a professional setting
Skylar loves the crushing guilt that comes from being a worthless, selfish child. It longs for repentance in the form of destruction, to shield the reality that it is unwanted. No matter how much it begs, there shall never be a moment where it is deserving of such kindness. So I watch, every moment, the tail chasing, as it runs circles of self hatred calling for someone, anyone, to not only understand but fulfill its fantasy of being meaningful. My response, in silence, unforgettably haunting love as every aspect of it is known through brutality.
Its desire falls on deaf ears, but it loves that too. That is the cost of being known, entirely. To abandon reality is the only reason it continues on.
βοΈ socially repressed party demon; hidden in plain sight π
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