It twists my guts when I see them ripping at their skin, tearing at their face wither their words. I'm ugly, I'm stupid, I'm fat.
It may be my rose-tinted glasses talking, but that's fucking bullshit and I'm sorry for being mean and I know this won't do anything, but when you see your gods turn mortal in front of your eyes, there tends to be some desire for harsh words.


It twists my guts to know I do the exact same thing on the inside.