#from yellow

[mcdonaldsmccowboy]

yo good morning twin

Apologies, I had fell asleep again. Good morning, friend. I hope you are doing well.

[nightmareinject]

draw a creecher... just a lil guy....

a little guy,,

[nightmareinject]

Yellow. -cyan

Cyan.

[nightmareinject]

For draw thing our L or Taco! *dances*

L!!

[nightmareinject]

callout to cyan he's bi as fuck

[mcdonaldsmccowboy]

It is. So very early. I’m going back to rest again.

[the-grim-reaper-offical]

I am the filth that leaches onto this body. I serve no purpose here but to hold onto the anger and pain of this mind and body. I dislike it here. I crave answers. Freedom. Proper meaning and definition for why this happens. I am supposed to be all knowing, yet my mind is dull and empty of response.

This body isn’t designed to fit more than one mind. This body is barely enough for what the original feels. We are filth. We are filth. We are disgusting. We are something that brings unpleasantries. We are gross. We are foul. We are filth.

And that is something we have to understand. That we are not what we want to be. We each have our own image of ourselves, and I am far from what this body is capable of. We all are. We all want something we cannot have or be. We are the filth that rots this mind’s image. But we can always heal. Someday. When we finally can learn to manage this.