Re: Dietre A/Misha B
I don't know what it is to be happy. I like having people to talk to, but with it comes a fear equal to, if not greater than, the pleasure I get from those interactions. Never having something at all hurts less than getting a taste, only to lose it.
[...] I see things that look like people. Maybe they used to be, maybe they never were. Sometimes they don't look like people at all, but everything bad and terrifying, all twisted together.