FutureSlayer
Go back to sleep, Ellen
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After my devastating breakup I flooded this shithole about, I decided to slowly let me grow accustomed to the so called hikkikomori role, not like there was any viable alternative with my unbearable personality.
Being brief, every time I leave my abitation and make eye contact with strangers I can’t help but to think them as weird living forms that will die in less than a century.
It’s like I am visiting the past in some form or another, a very odd feeling.
I think of them as a lower entities, like if they were in a movie or they simply were living-dead ants mindlessly roaming around. Feeling or not there’s high chances I will die this century just like them but my mind simply refuses to accept it and frames me like a supernatural demiurge.
Tldr.
I see people in the public lobby and think I will never die because I am on some kind of social recluse schizo-mania triggered by prolonged social isolation
Being brief, every time I leave my abitation and make eye contact with strangers I can’t help but to think them as weird living forms that will die in less than a century.
It’s like I am visiting the past in some form or another, a very odd feeling.
I think of them as a lower entities, like if they were in a movie or they simply were living-dead ants mindlessly roaming around. Feeling or not there’s high chances I will die this century just like them but my mind simply refuses to accept it and frames me like a supernatural demiurge.
Tldr.
I see people in the public lobby and think I will never die because I am on some kind of social recluse schizo-mania triggered by prolonged social isolation
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