sometimes I’m fine going about my life like nothing is wrong, pretending to be a person
and randomly it’ll hit me how broken I am and how I was fundamentally made to be used and to be of service to someone
and how heartbroken I am that I have no one to serve, no one to obey; no one who wants my service and obedience
and it physically hurts the amount of longing I have, to be useful to someone
do the people in my life know I feel this way? is it obvious to them I’m not a person? that I am actually a doll? that I look to them, hoping they’ll let me be of use to them, hoping they would accept my devotion and service?
could anyone ever actually want me?















