Without you, I’d be no more.

//every time i write a reply on damocles i have to log in on tenna for a second to remind him of the blade hanging over his head (do we get why i gave him that name now)

I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.

i realize now, that i wasn't looking in. i was looking out. and he, on the other side, was looking in.

if you love me like you say, why do you keep hurting me?

//if i said it was checking up on that tenna would you laugh would you find it funny that it only made things worse

//my bad. guy with basically amnesia who is completely unaware of how horrifying his state might be to someone else because that’s just what it’s used to looking like tends to do that

"Star, why can't you move on?" "You know why." A whisper. Nothing more. I hardly have the strength. "I'm tired." "I'm so, so tired." Sinclair doesn't respond—doesn't move. Just a spectre to haunt me at every turn. I'm tired.

What good is living, when you're already dead?

how cursed a thing it was

*standing over some broken lights straight up looking like a sleep paralysis demon*

//triple feature featuring the dead people

from a dead man —— greetings.ᐟ

he is his own perpetual tormentor. he tears himself apart, over and over and over, only to sew himself back together come morning. he must be presentable. he has an audience.

And the fresh blood ceaselessly spilt down on the floor, as I faintly sensed your body gradually getting cold.​​

i am sorry. i am grateful. i just want us to be friends now, forever. take this bowl of blackberries from the garden. the sun has made them warm. i picked them just for you. i promise i will try to stay on my side of the couch.

So I'm beginning to lull myself into a false security, 'cause it's easier to lie to yourself than to face reality.

... no memories ... a warm body ... a husk of a human ...

and if your heart stops beating i'll be here wondering did you get what you deserve ?

What awful things happened in the dark?

You're in pain in your chest, aren't you? You can't breathe, can you?

//i cannot live with the fact that this is literally tenna moldery. im going to tweak. im going to lose it. i cannot do this.

*very hesitantly, the door that was meant to stay closed opens. there’s a few splinters of wood, and cobwebs that break apart. it creaks like it’s been rusting for a long time.. or maybe that’s not the door.* … *a small inhale.. then exhale. everything is going to be okay. just a small walk.*

Now that you can no longer live sanely in this world anymore, Perhaps pretending to know nothing and surrendering yourself is the optimal solution...?

(Not DEAD not DEAD not DEAD not DEAD not DEAD not DEAD THERE WE GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

why was i brought here, to be left alone? where did you go. . . what did you do?

who fucked you up so bad that you've completely shut down anyone who tries to help you? you don't talk about your feelings, you push good people away . . . who fucking did that?