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But I'm a creep.
I'm a widow...

I do not simply know the devil; I greet him with open arms and a kiss. When you fall to the Earth, god ain't gonna do shit for you. I'll stop beating around with metaphors and fancy words, I'm stressed. With myself, mostly. I've always felt wrong, the outcast, the kind of person who walks into a chatty room and has it fall silent through my presence. Like I'm the animal in a zoo people are throwing peanuts at. Dance, monkey!

It just feels to have gotten worse as I grow older, and have less opportunities under my fist- less communication, less friendliness, less personability. I desperately wish I could just understand what being "normal" means. Though, I'm still young, so I'm secretly hoping this is just the built-in and innate identity crisis bullshit.

I just want to know what's wrong with me, really.

-Filthjunk

Description
But I'm a creep.
I'm a widow...

I do not simply know the devil; I greet him with open arms and a kiss. When you fall to the Earth, god ain't gonna do shit for you. I'll stop beating around with metaphors and fancy words, I'm stressed. With myself, mostly. I've always felt wrong, the outcast, the kind of person who walks into a chatty room and has it fall silent through my presence. Like I'm the animal in a zoo people are throwing peanuts at. Dance, monkey!

It just feels to have gotten worse as I grow older, and have less opportunities under my fist- less communication, less friendliness, less personability. I desperately wish I could just understand what being "normal" means. Though, I'm still young, so I'm secretly hoping this is just the built-in and innate identity crisis bullshit.

I just want to know what's wrong with me, really.

-Filthjunk