Nothing more hateable than becoming the undiluted version of what you were occasionally praised for in passing. A morbid reflection of what people find charming in theory, and disgusting on impact.
I live in a cardboard box, and occasionally someone picks the box up and brings it to parties and I peek out at the world but I must stay in the cardboard box.
where r u. where did u post that picture from. where is it in the picture you posted. who’s there and where are you and who are you there with. also where are you going and who will be with you. and where have you been