Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-26006155-20190403163405/@comment-33745727-20190417234718

I do not curse the fact you exist, Ferret.

I curse the fact I let you choose this existence.

It's like I'm watching you from some great distance, watching as you repeatedly smash your head against a wall.

And there's nothing, nothing, I can do.

And if I look at this from a sideways angle, I see the most horrific thing.

I see you smile. Smile through the pain, smile as though the rapidly growing bloodstains aren't there. As if somehow, somehow, this will make it go away. As if this self imposed torture will solve the story.