A knotted ball of yarn, impossible to unravel, covering emptiness.

Is it what I am? Is R██████ right?

Being a ███████ isnt so bad… Maybe?

Am I lying to myself? Am I so dumb that I would believe obvious half-assed lies?

R██████, you’re a █████. But at the same time, you are simply being you. Stabbing me right where there is a hole in the █████ I put up. You want to bring me back to reality, but I cant help but see malevolence in your behaviours, despite you earnestly saying you are only trying to ████.

What am I if I’ve been believing the ████ I’ve been making up for years? R██████, are you even ████, or a subconscious mechanism meant to snap me out of my torpor?

Am I in a constant cycle of distracting myself from the core █████ ? As I write that, Borrowed Satus from Ember Static comes up, describing a similar ███████ to what I have right now. Am I so ███ that living in a ███████ about myself felt better than ███████ ? I dont understand.

I’m sorry P████, I’m not sure about anything right now.