Sincerely, Satan

The Road So Far

I'm not a very outgoing person. On occasion sure, but if I can help it, I'd much rather be at home by myself, watching Netflix while cuddled up with my dog. The epitome of introversion.

I don't have many friends, either. The friends I do come across usually drift away within a few weeks. And it's kind of hard to make new ones when you're the girl who stays home instead of going to parties or out for dinner with friends. Any invites are usually because somebody feels sorry for me, not because they genuinely want me to tag along. I try not to let it get to me.

My childhood was just okay. I've always had a good relationship with my mom, but my dad is a whole other story. He stripped away any self-confidence I might have had and replaced it with self-hatred and disgust. After years of verbal abuse, he made me feel worthless. Empty. Inhuman. Not good enough. He told me that my depression and anxiety are my fault, as if there's a light switch inside my head and all I had to do is flip it and everything would be solved. He told me to "just smile", but I can't smile if I'm not happy. I've tried that; it doesn't work. If it weren't for my mom, I might already be dead.

On another note, I've been interested in the supernatural for a few months now. After doing some research, I discovered how to sell your soul to Satan. Find a crossroads, put some shit in a box, bury it, and wait till a demon shows up. Everything on the list is pretty easy to find, minus the cat bone. I'm lonely enough as is, so why not try to make a friend? If I can't have human friends, I might as well have the archangel-turned-devil.