Kristoph Gavin.

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1. Thank you.. 2. I enjoy checkered things. 3. The lack of knowledge that I am realizing I truly have. 4. Uhm.

1. I seem to have forgotten. 2. What?

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// something is coming tmrw

It's like an experiment. How far can I push? How far close can I get to that child I was.

I will like I'm rotting. I am a rotting corpse. My skin is beginning to melt into my uniform, my bones are blending within my skin. I am becoming a monster, and ugly, ugly monster.

I am doing perfectly fine.

I. I feel the gaze, the eyes of everyone crawling all over my frail body. I remember when he would snap me out of it, give me a reason to be /here/. But now it seems useless. Now I find myself staring into a mirror that mirrors another face yet still feels nostalgic.

I wish I could have killed that man with my bare hands.

Care. Feelings. It’s useless to try, to even attempt it.