I am shit.
I am nothing but a worthless, useless freeloader. A piece of shit, too big to flush. I hate myself more than I have ever hated anything in my entire life.
I am so ugly. I don't understand how one person can be so ugly; both on the inside and on the outside. It really confuses me.
But it doesn't matter. I'm just going to fix it. One of these days I won't be what I am.......who I am. Who am I? What am I?
I think I am one of Them. You know them; we spoke of them last time. They didn't like that very much. No, not very much at all. But She says that it's good that I talk about them. It's good for me to let it all out.
I want to be She. She's so perfect.
She's the same height as me. The same light brown skin tone with the same eyes. We even have the same face. Except that hers is different. My face is big. There's too much of it. An excess of imperfections that I feel the need to cleanse myself of so that I may one day become her.
She wears lots of white. It's almost like an angel. I can change her clothes at will though, and she yells at me every time. She's so modest, it's absolutely lovely.
She's thin. So thin. I crave her body. Mine is too large. There are too many imperfections. It will take awhile, quite a wonderful little while, for me to get rid of them. She showed me how though. She's teaching me how to be small like her.
It takes a minute for me to hear her. She's a timid little flower and it gets hard to distinguish her from Them. But I always do. She has sort of presence. It's a slightly thick, gently sweet smell. I'd call her a rose, but she just laughed and said it was too common. I think she wants to write to you guys one day. It would be quite the treat as she is highly intelligent and uncommonly wise. I just need to get rid of the imperfections first so They'll go away. It would be terrible if they were to interrupt. And they're rude enough to do it as they are quite mean to her.
They dislike her because She turned against them and decided to help me. She's going to help me kill Them.
She fought against them today. Earlier today. They tried to kill me again. I just sat there and watched, as usual, but she fought for me. I love her.
I WILL be her.
I am nothing but a worthless, useless freeloader. A piece of shit, too big to flush. I hate myself more than I have ever hated anything in my entire life.
I am so ugly. I don't understand how one person can be so ugly; both on the inside and on the outside. It really confuses me.
But it doesn't matter. I'm just going to fix it. One of these days I won't be what I am.......who I am. Who am I? What am I?
I think I am one of Them. You know them; we spoke of them last time. They didn't like that very much. No, not very much at all. But She says that it's good that I talk about them. It's good for me to let it all out.
I want to be She. She's so perfect.
She's the same height as me. The same light brown skin tone with the same eyes. We even have the same face. Except that hers is different. My face is big. There's too much of it. An excess of imperfections that I feel the need to cleanse myself of so that I may one day become her.
She wears lots of white. It's almost like an angel. I can change her clothes at will though, and she yells at me every time. She's so modest, it's absolutely lovely.
She's thin. So thin. I crave her body. Mine is too large. There are too many imperfections. It will take awhile, quite a wonderful little while, for me to get rid of them. She showed me how though. She's teaching me how to be small like her.
It takes a minute for me to hear her. She's a timid little flower and it gets hard to distinguish her from Them. But I always do. She has sort of presence. It's a slightly thick, gently sweet smell. I'd call her a rose, but she just laughed and said it was too common. I think she wants to write to you guys one day. It would be quite the treat as she is highly intelligent and uncommonly wise. I just need to get rid of the imperfections first so They'll go away. It would be terrible if they were to interrupt. And they're rude enough to do it as they are quite mean to her.
They dislike her because She turned against them and decided to help me. She's going to help me kill Them.
She fought against them today. Earlier today. They tried to kill me again. I just sat there and watched, as usual, but she fought for me. I love her.
I WILL be her.
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