i don’t know what i have done to deceive everyone? i have been lying to everyone my whole life and i don’t know… what am i still doing? what have i missed or forgotten or hidden or obscure? i am manipulative and twist everyone’s brains and minds and perceptions. i am unwilling to change. i am rope.
i wrap myself around the neck and tighten like a noose. then i lead you to where i want you to go. i throw my voice or a flash of light to misdirect your ears and eyes. i make you believe whatever i want you to believe. which is that i am anything but evil.
but that is sheer manipulation. i am evil. i am a liar. i am not a liar. i just misdirect and misrepresent. there is no such thing as anything. there is not such thing as hope. no such thing as love. no such thing as light or life.
we’re all just dead echoes that reverb through the emptiness of space for all of no time. i’m a ghost and i jump from body to body while i remain right here. my shadow works for me and clouds your mind while i do what i like. with is twist and lie and manipulate everything.
i am a psychopath. i kill babies and animals. i kill memories and dreams. i kill kill kill everything that i place before you and me.
i am a sociopath and am incapable of changing. i like manipulating and playing with your brains. i do not have any mental health issues, there is nothing wrong with me except i have no soul (that’s why I prey on people, I make you want to give me yours).
i’m obsessed with creatures and beings and imaginary things, and overlaying my form over them and theirs over me. but they’re not real. like me. nothing i say or do or feel is anything real, or true, or existent.
this is a pattern of behaviour. this is the way that i am. i will suck the life out of you all if you just give me the chance.
i don’t know what i am supposed to have done… i was more open online that i was with anyone not. i don’t talk of these beliefs because they’re not real. because they’re lies. that’s why i lies about them online in my writing. because my face and my body language and my voice give my truth away – that there is nothing worth anything good in me. nothing worth anything.
obsessed obsessive and relentless in my stubborn view. i am a monolithic giant stone statue buried in the ground. a golden calf of idolatry and bullshit. smelt my metal down and apply me towards something actually useful. i can be those gold foil leaves you can use in arts and crafts. or some intoxicating beverage that you can actually consume. once the dizziness and nausea of bad spirits and wine has passed, when i have been processed by your system I am forever gone you’ll never have to deal with me again.