Maybe if i pray hard enough, Zimick will forget all about me, never want to see me again, force this cancer i’ve put upon his heart off of it. Cause thats all that i am, a cancer.

I pushed away Zimick.
I pushed away Snas.
I pushed away Styx.
I pushed away FisherCat.
I pushed away everyone i knew.

They’re all gone now, probably moved on without me, and i hope they did, because who would want to remember some shit head like me? I destroyed people’s childhoods and i ruined their views of me and now they’ll forever be stuck with the pain that i have given them.

Even if i kill myself what would be the point? No one i once knew would ever fucking care, they don’t even recognize me enough to see that i was once a friend of theirs.

I guess im just some sort of emotional trauma virus, spreading around infecting other people with my disease.

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