the autistic urge to be a persona instead of being yourself, because you've been treated in every breath of your entire life that the greatest sin of all is to be you, so you feel conditioned to believe that perhaps if you cut pieces off of yourself and become a disturbingly sanitized stitched-together grotesque shape vaguely resembling a person, as long as people always understand that mangled exquisite corpse and it always gives completely expected responses, the world will finally stop goring you. at least if you dismember yourself, they can't be the ones to do it anymore... right?













