Status Updates From At Dark, I Become Loathsome

”Does the soul even have a gender?”

”Children lose their innocence when they realize that adults can hurt them.”

”The world is cruel to people who are different.”

”That’s because most people are blind idiots. They go wherever you tell them to go, like sheep.”

”All this happiness makes me sad.”

”There’s something decidedly divine about wallowing in the depths of despair, in the throes of melancholy - it’s holy, sacred. Death is the final act and cannot be undone. Despair and misery, however, can ferry you to the most consecrated of places within the confines of your mind.”

”I’ll never get used to anything, Anybody that does, they might as well be dead.”

”You can’t see the ugliest of a person’s thoughts in an x-ray.”

”That way, you’ll always remember who you are. Don’t forget who you are, That would be a real tragedy.”

”Sometimes it’s easy to lose ourselves in despair and heartache.”

”That’s the thing people don’t talk about enough - that there are people who will judge even the way you mourn your loved ones.”

that you’re different, that you’re only as decent as unusable goods.”

”That’s something I think about often: how people around you change when you lose a loved one. The manner in which they refer to you, the gender way in which they approach you as if you might rip apart under the slightest pressure. Their courteousness comes from a place of goodwill and sympathy; however, it only reaffirms the fact that you’re different,

”Sometimes it’s easier not to believe.”

”What’s the point of pretending that we’re being carried through the universe by the giant hand of some caring, compassionate deity?”

“None of it really matters. It never did. I tricked myself into believing that it mattered so that I could carry on and pass through life on a gentle current, the same way a branch does when it falls into a river and it eventually carried out toward emerald seawater.”

”Every horror story is about power. Whether it’s blatantly displayed or more discreet, every horror story about power.”

”I slip outside onto the back porch and gaze up at a sky so endless and so devastatingly black that it could swallow me whole if it had the will to do so.”

our brain withers away to nothing and we’re left to process the griefm the heartache, the misery, all alone.”

”He explained that every baby is born with a small worm attached to its brain - a tiny caterpillar the size of a thimble. The worm gets scared when we’re frightened, is furious when we’re angry, is depressed when we are sad, Sometimes when the worm in our head perishes while we are still alive and we are left to our own devices. I think this happens when we lose somebody we truly love - the little worm coiled inside