There's a monster inside of me right now and always and forever. It's not planning on leaving any time soon. Even when I'm almost happy, my little monster friend is sitting in the back of my brain, reminding me.
My little monster friend is a parasite. It grows stronger as I grow weaker. It grew strong as it convinced me.
It has finally weaved it's way into my body. It controls my arm movements, my leg movements, it controls the way my mouth curves, it controls the number of tears running out of my eyes.
It has convinced me. It has convinced me to do its bidding. I am possessed. It is making me degrade myself and put myself through gut wrenching pain, all so my little monster can get a glimpse of the outside.
It's making me grow weak so once my soul is empty it can use my empty shell and take over.
I know and love so many empty shells... I'm scared but ready to join them.
