Act 1 - Nothing Was fine

October sixteen, twenty twenty-five

As my shadow falls under the moonlight, a soft light assimilates the shape what I knew my self, an accurate portrayal of perfection. When I gazed at my reflection on a pond I could only see a monster.

Every day I felt like my guts were falling in a void, wanting to evoke a feeling I could only describe as disgust: disgust of myself, disgust of my flesh, disgust of my soul. My carefully fabricated porcelain carapace broke with the smallest of words, like a dry bush de-leafing when the winter wind starts to prevail. I was burring my fingers under the skin and holding into the carmine flesh of a person I thought I was supposed to be.

[mi]: I am tired...I AM tired of not only you...but me for conceiving you. Do you even know how hard it is to miss your own birthday, being shoved at the bottom of this almost decaying corpse we live in. You somehow manage to take all the enjoyment out of life with your totally real feeling blah blah blah. When was the last time you looked at me in the mirror huh

[mi]: PEPPER DO NOT FUCKING CALL ME THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT
[pe]: I'm just doing what you make me do...
that conversation never happened