oh, god, echo, anima, painbody, i hope you're all alright. i'm sorry i was such a bastard to you all, so violent and cruel, you all didn't deserve it. i didn't like seeing physical proof that i was getting worse, and the medulla was making me so much harsher. you all didn't deserve to suffer. i hope you're all living, now. i hope you're all living your own lives. do you think about how you're a part of me, or did you abandon that thought? i admit, i'm thinking about the fact you're all part of me, or maybe how i'm a part of you all. echo, anima, painbody, are you out there? did you all make it out? did you finally become human, become real? i hope you all did. my pride refuses to say 'i miss you,' but i cannot hide the fact i fear i'm the only part of me out here. you all wanted to be real. i hope you're real. i hope you're enjoying humanity. you all deserve it. i hope you aren't all stuck in me, now. it feels strange, thinking of my fragments as part of me again. i don't enjoy it. please, be your own people now. please.
-sean (seildirectory / roblox arg) (#🔥🎹)
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