>>> admitting. But, mistakes were made to be lessons one learned from. Sometimes it did good to help others too.
Like stories passed down for generations.
“What kind of things do you do?”
He was free to talk on anything he wanted, though believing in something like immortality wasn’t easy.
Even despite his own secrets, some things were hard to wrap your mind around. But. . . That’s what miracles were.
Or generally categorized as, being unable to die>>>
it is true that it didn't start as a choice. pain was something he was born and cursed with. he never asked for it, to die again and again. doing all kinds of fucked up shit was his only way of reclaiming control over it, to make it feel like he chose it. he wishes he could >
>>>seemed like a miracles on the surface. But anyone who took time to think on it further would see otherwise.
“Used to, it’s a past I’ve moved on from personally.”
He’d finally answer, albeit a bit hesitant, it wasn’t something he was proud of>>>
/ / Growing up, I got used to not being the first pick. People replacing me, confessing they do so, and even now people'll still choose to hang out with others given the chance rather than be with me.
Even being used to this, I don't know why it still hurts so much.
@KILLMEX0X0 / / Maybe. But this sorta thing has also happened all my life, I do wonder if there is something about me.
But, I know I'll be alright eventually, just need some time to let my emotions sort themselves out again.
@KILLMEX0X0 / / It's whatever at this point I guess. unu
Maybe I need to work more on self improvement or something, find out how to make myself more interesting to hang around with for others.
@KILLMEX0X0 / / Just some self loathing hours honestly.
I've been waiting a while to hang out with someone, and at some point they left me for another VC.
Granted, I was invited, however, everyone there was muted doing their own things, and I don't really know them.