there’s this frustration in me about the way it feels to be both a parasite and a monster. most no one likes me. i don’t need em to, humans are unnecessarily complicated. i think of life in the forms of need. hunt. food. water. sometimes sex (but not often). it’s instinct. i don’t like adding feelings to things. i am horrible and an embodiment of fear. not palatable to much of human society. i am too angry or violent, too blunt, too much. isolation is a comfort to me. i don’t seek to become digestible to others. i eat, i don’t want to be eaten.
but at the same time, i cannot deny that in order to live and feed i need them. flesh and blood and willingness to be close to me. for the most part, i hate humans. they have done irreparable trauma and damage to our existence. i have lost faith and trust in most of them completely. so it pisses me off- this parasitic nature.
