i'm so tired. the scientists really did a shitty job shoving me into this "human" body. i don't fit.
i've never really fit in anywhere, now that i think about it. as an angel, i was the weird one. look at celes, always talking to the humans, disobeying the gods, getting what they deserved when they fell to the earth.
in the labs, i never fit in, obviously. in those pure white halls, the brightest shade of grey stuck out like a sore thumb, and oh boy was i grey, watching all the other animals' bodies twist into something they weren't meant to be until it was my turn.
and here, now? drifting on the corners. weirdo at the family function hiding in their room, only coming out to snap at their mom. the one who has a crush on the model UN kids kissing their asses for a second of attention. the funny one until i laugh to loud or make an off-color joke that they liked a week ago or say that i'm really not human, because i'm not human, and i'm not even good at not being one, because even in this corner of the internet i've carved out, reading damn near every therian post on hellsite.com, i'm still the one screaming about experiments and god and how paraphiles should get therapy instead of being told to kill themselves.
i don't know how to end this post.
