nonhumanity genuinely gives me an existential crisis sometimes, particularly the spiritual part of it. yeah i am supposed to know what i'm here on earth for. but part of me still doesn't really understand?
tw abuse, torture, trauma, swear words
the abuse my parents put me through was borderline torture (no, like, literally, look up childhood torture -> homeschooling). what the fuck? sometimes i loathe myself. i know Flinnir probably did not choose to put us in this situation, but was it really worth risking it to begin with? why would I do that? why would i be so bored of my life as a dragon, living happily and knowing who I am, and giving it up because I'm bored?
what the fuck is the point? because I would do anything to reverse that horrible mistake. never. EVER. again. it just isn't worth it. what am i supposed to be here doing? suffering? is that genuinely it? is that the only reason i was born human; to literally just die because my rights are consistently taken away, huh?