the dangers of remembering childhood are perilous and obscured

i feel like ive somehow unearthed some, aberrant, consuming despair within myself. and i don't exactly know what i can do about that until sleep comes for me once again.

nighty night, sweet dreams

i feel sick, and like i want to cry, because it's sad and, empathetic and, so much somehow

the way the characters are forced to grow up faster than they want to, resulting in bodies that don't align with how they feel. or how bonding with others isn't treated as a choice. or how we are changed by our bonds even if we break them.

are you gonna be alright?

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awawawawa

woah, hi kitty. scritch scratch

yah! it's acidic and sugary! i'd use like, just tomatoes, or something else, but that wasn't an option...