It is my fault for speaking like the issue is with your perception and not your character. I know you see this clearly, and that's why I draw the line. It's why it itches you, and I'm sorry it does. But I just can't help that without substituting myself in to take that pain. I do not consent to the abuse you put out. Pokesan is the same and admits he is just putting on the ugliest face he can because he despises me. Heart beyond event horizon in unreachable darkness that keeps for prizes the fingers of the hand grasping for friendship.
It's easy to fall into the kayfabe of the narrative I use to try to calm your crazy ass down in public, but you're right: I do know you see what you are doing, that you interface with me in the same sense Cecily does, knife in hand with a black sky roiling over the jagged landscape of your mind. I am not y'alls consentless pain battery. You still get to read my posts so just relax, I am doing literally all the kindness I can. but the sense of creep is real, it really is
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