Idk how to phrase this. You know those scenes in the video game "Detroit: Become Human" where the bots were rebelling against their programming and the screen would go all hazy red, there'd be button smash prompts that you'd have to complete to bypass your programming, to go against a task you're commanded to complete that... something....some part of you screams at you to defy? That's what living in 2025 as a disabled, substance addicted, Cluster B personality disorder having individual feels like. Even moreso when you feel like in a previous existence, you were someone and something that would happily hunt down those imposing injustice upon people

When the time comes I hope death holds me closer than anyone in life ever has. I hope it's embrace is warm and I feel at ease sinking into it.