If God has any love left for me, everything that I wish to destroy will be destroyed, by my own hands.
It is by virtue of my own weakness that I ALLOWED this frail necessity of connection to build me, shave away at me, undo me, Destroy me, MOLD ME.
I was born to be weak. Why was I born to be weak. Why do I have to be weak.
I don't want this. I do not want this.
May my rage be my undoing, as in the end, It'll be all that lasts with me. It won't be any of you, COWARDS, WEAKLINGS, TRASH, Which I WOULD HAVE GIVEN MY LIFE AWAY TO, AND YOU DON'T EVEN LOOK BACK AT ME, It won't be missing you that'll kill me.
No. I'll become something else. I'll become a DRAGON.
And when I do, nothing of this small worthless ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ personalizing nonsense that I dug my grave with will matter.
I Hate you.

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Never forget that I have an undertale tattoo and it will stay there forever, frisk kinnie moment