May 6
I was made to be discord and strife. I’m the reason you heard that loud sound, felt that pressure on the edge of your bed, and my cat regularly screams at me. I’ve been there when people go running out of the house in the middle of the night. Door handles loudly rattling right after we woke up, not once but twice in a row; he should’ve just believed me. Before all that I watched an old television turn on static full blast. I break so many electronics without trying, and I never really feel alone. Will someone remind me I’m real? I only know one person anymore and they just expect this out of me.
There’s a demon girl living inside of me.
