<~The voices never stop screaming. They tear through my skull until every second of existing feels like a punishment I can’t outrun. I’m heavier than these pathetic, brittle bones should allow—like something dead and waterlogged is rotting inside me, dragging me down, begging the ground to swallow what’s left.~<3

<~My soul is long gone. What’s left is just this sick, black tar where anything good used to be. I dig my fingers in anyway, desperate for proof I’m still real. It’s hot. Thick. Pulsing. When I pull away, it smears across my skin like fresh blood from wrists I haven’t quite worked up the courage to open yet—crimson, sticky, mine. It never washes off. I don’t want it to.~<3

<~So yes...

<~Hi. My name is Anita.

<~What about you?

<~You look so pure. So breakable.

<~I wonder if touching you would stain you the way I’m stained... or if I should just end it before I ruin anything more.~<3

Why is it so dark in this world? Will you not hurt as much as the rest of it?