Kneel.

Their bodies will emerge from the ground of my dreams and point what's left of their digits at me, faces rotting off and skin peeling away. They'd try to stand mighty, but it would be hard to have dignity, fused with the floor as they are. They'd reach my waist, if anything goes good. They'd accuse me of having usurped their home, ripped away their dreams and weep about their fallen siblings.

What is holding me back? The fact that this is a quiet, nice evening, I am relaxing, and I don’t want to ruin it. It’s starting to feel nice after this gigantic abyss that will actually never close, it’s starting to feel normal. It’s kind of me to not get up and murder anyone I want in cold blood, because I don’t want to ruin my mood over a bloodied body.

I don’t have to forgive my asshat of a creator for getting rid of me. I don’t have to forgive those who mock me without attempting to understand me. I don’t have to do a diddily darn thing! I don’t have to be kind, I choose to be kind with people that I like! I could not do that! I could be an entiled asshole to everyone with little to no distinctions but I choose to be kind!

Forgive and forget can be applied to small things! We kill eachother once, it’s fine! Just a scratch, we were sparring! You accidentally ruin the soufflè, it’s fine! You accidentally set the kitchen on fire, don’t worry about it! You got gum stuck in my hair, just gonna snip it off!

Grudges are forever and I will damn well keep them all to myself, and murder at the first occasion I get! I don’t care if a grudge is petty or makes me look childish. I do what the fuck I want. I don’t have to listen to how people see me.