~Host Sans
No matter how much I slept, I just got more and more exhausted, these nightmare's wouldn't stop. One night I even woke up yelling at myself. Luckily, from what I saw, Geno wasn't awake to hear it.
I was good on that part, but it was much harder to act ok. I tried so hard to look normal, to look like everything was fine. But, there was no will behind it. No will, no motive, why did I try to convey to someone that knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was just sinking deeper into the darkness of my mind despite the worst being behind me? It would be better to stop trying.
And that's what I did, by day, I would travel to the save screen when Geno went off to travel somewhere, mostly doing what he says, I could tell that I didn't have the mental strength to really smile at all doing this. Then by night, being tortured by my manifestations of how I've let down everyone I have ever known.
And that's all it's been, cycle and repeat, for days now. This routine is so natural to me now. No more will, no more control, despite the one thing that actually controlled me being far, far away...
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