yeah, we're mad.
we're multiple people. we all need to talk or type in our certain ways or we get physically uncomfortable. we told our friend about our life in ponyville a day ago. we talked about our status as a ghost in distressed poetics today. we thought about how we're a god who abandoned earth on the plane ride here. we're a single father. we're a child with grown up thoughts. we took over earth once. we doomed the word twice.
we don't care. you either take us as we are or leave
we are so fucking tired of being seen as crazy, insane, whatever. we constantly worry our loved ones think we're too much. but we are just ourselves. we can't change the cards fate gave us, and we refuse to hate each other or ourselves for existing in a way that's "inconvenient" for others. we exist unconventionally, and we will continue to be loud about it