The centipedes care for me like no other.

It doesn't matter if a name sticks or an identity is right, I'm still just stuck in an abyss, trapped in a mind that isnt mine.

Mai and Jeffery make me question myself quiet a lot.

im growing tired of this, i am going crazy, my mind is cluttered but empty and my body is an husk filled to the brim with centipedes.

sometimes it feels like the wrath of the centipedes is on my hands. I named the centipede in my stomach Enmu and the one in my head Crimson. I am a centipede.

I want to lash out so very badly.