but I am a creep.
And a molester of private thoughts.
So much internal conflict taking place, while so much external conflict is taking place separately.
I don’t know what to do with my body right now.
Or more so, my mind.
so relatable in certain aspects…”molester of private thoughts” so gold.
mean pumpkin ale, stuffed crust pizza, and a sick bubbler.
when he’s least expecting it, carve a pentagram in his chest and begin summoning satan