* { … i wish people loved me as much as they love him. }
* { but i can’t force that. }
* { … i wish people loved me as much as they love him. }
* { but i can’t force that. }
* { i guess it’s kinda telling that i’m only able to talk about myself with these, huh. i don’t talk to anyone else much. and even then the only reason i’m answering these is because flaps is out of commission. }
* { i want to stop being so…. reclusive. but i don’t know how. i keep trying, and i end up feeling like a nuisance, and then i’m gone again. }
* { i don’t think i’ll ever understand what you see in me. you adopted me so quickly, but…. i. don’t really think i’m worth the effort. }
* { you put your lot in with him. i’m starting to think we should just get rid of that addition. }
* { you’re almost as unwelcome here as he is. }
* { the only reason you aren’t dead yet is because he’s protecting you. i hope you know that. i hope you stay afraid of me. }
* { i hope you get every single thing you’ve dished out back tenfold. }
* { i wish i could do something to make people less scared of me. but. }
* { i don’t think that’s going to happen. i don’t blame anyone for that. }
* { sometimes i feel like you’d all collectively be better off if i had stayed dormant. i think things would be easier on you all. less stressful to be dealing without me around to need help to. }
* { i wonder where you went. you certainly up and vanished a while ago, didn’t you. }
* { i don’t think i miss you, though. i don’t think you’d miss me. }
* { i wish i didn’t have to keep doing this. i’m tired. i didn’t ask to know the things i do. }
* { but that doesn’t matter to you or any of your own, does it. i’m just a tool. }