Prøphet
Conquer your fear and you will conquer death
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Today I left the house for the first time in weeks to see some family. All I could think about was how pathetic and weak an excuse I am for our whole gene pool. It hurt me to look people in the eye, knowing how crosseyed I am, and trying to make conversation, knowing even my own blood judges me more by how I look than the content of what I say. Of course even on gaba I still made a fool of myself, acting incredibly ND and low sentience. I’m so depressed by my situation I couldn’t get it off my mind, just talking as little as possible in monotone. But it’s whatever. I don’t feel as much shame for how I act now, because I know that’s just what was determined to happen. I am just a product of all of this. Bad hand.
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