when i say i wasnt a ‘real person’, thats not me being self-deprecating. i just wasnt a person. i was a misery sink. im trying to figure out how to explain it.
i was like. a way for the world to vent its frustrations, turned into a pseudo-sapient thing. i was not born, or made; i did not age. i just started existing at some point, and the world could breathe.
i did have thoughts. i guess ‘pseudo-sapient’ isnt exactly right. selectively-sapient maybe. a lot of the time i was on autopilot. felt like whatever consciousness i had was being drowned in molasses.
i dont think i had a lot going on in terms of. ‘emotions’. ew. lol. i dont think i took pleasure in making people uncomfortable. or dying. or eating. maybe some amount of satisfaction, somewhere. ‘i want to do this -> this is done. i am appeased’. think something is funny -> laugh, but theres none of the weird. emotion-type feelings tied to it, if you get me. its weird trying to explain it though, because the emotions im having regarding source-related things and people now are uh. kinda making it a bit. less clear. i guess.
i felt pain, but i dont know how to explain how it felt to you. closest i can get, i guess, is: pain was a part of me, due to my nature. it felt right to be in pain, because of that. similarly; i could feel hungry. i didnt need to eat, but i could still /feel/ hungry regardless. etc etc.
i miss it.
-unpleasant gradient. regretevator fictionkin. #sharkfeed
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