Anonymous: things like you shouldn't exist. you're not even human, you know that right? just a shadow of a copy, an imitation of the real thing.
“You think I don’t know that already?” ‘Fake human’, the term he’d referred to himself for awhile now, even before he’d started to develop his other emotions. He wasn’t born the normal way, he didn’t think he could ever be considered normal. Fake, imitation, and at one point--lifeless. In many cases, he often felt like a reanimated doll.
But...He couldn’t repeat any of this to his mother, it’d break her heart.
“I don’t know how you found out, I’m sorry my existence inconvenienced you.”

















