3am,thursday,22nd may 2025.

I say I have the soul of a devotee, but what I want is to become a slave. I say I want to stay soft and open, but I want them to tear my skin apart, shred by shred, until my bare entrails remain;and maybe then they'll be able to understand my willingness to sacrifice myself. I'll give them anything and everything they ask of me, except for the things that I seek for myself, autonomy and the ability to commit. I act as a victim, and I play my part well, but was I not the perpetrator in this play? Weren't I the one who turned you into the culprit to paint myself as a saint?