(Written December 20th)
I don’t like when people have a similar story to tell but if they saw me they would forget everything they wrote about and try to kill me. I resent you for using the same metaphors as me. Because to me it isn’t a metaphor. I am the night. I am woven into the fabrics of the night sky, between the stars. I am star dust. I wish to gather up all of the star dust in the universe and… and do what. What can I do to save the souls of many if I don’t even want to. I murder frequently. Well. I don’t know. I am starveng myself because I don’t wanna murder. But it always comes back to murder. Once I am angry enough. How have the police not decided to look for the cause of all of these deaths. Maybe I should bite some famous people to see what happens.
A human who decided they like me invited me into a racist hideout. It is full of idiots. It’s not even really funny to sit in there and watch them converse. I just want to swallow them all up and leave. No drama, they’re just gone. I don’t know if I’ll do that but I’ll probably slink away soon. If they knew who I was they would have tried to murder me by now. It’s weird though because there were a few of them who drank blood. They weren’t vampires but they were dabbling in dark dealings. Why is that ok, but being not white German isn’t? The nice humans I knew some time ago said things like “I will murder all racists and transphobes”. I admire the spirit but. I don’t know what the but is. Maybe I am too exhausted to murder every bigot. The thing is too is that it just comes back in humanity naturally due to lack of complete intelligence. Dear lord. Why did you make. I can hear his presence. I don’t want to complain to god right now.
If I talked to every bigot for years each maybe I could clean them of their bigotry but I don’t want to deal with the after. There are a lot of people where I. I am falling g asleep. If you murdered them all too then
More mmmmmj mmmmmm. i Wrote this on the 20t h . I will pst it later. I can’t see.
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