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Why do I always start shows for their plot, maybe to get a laugh out, to pass time, just to meet their characters and fall in love and then suffer?
Because some person in the street would see them and see a drawing and that's it.
Why do I have to see some drawings and care? Why do I have to see a drawing and perceive it like something real with feelings? Why do I have to love them like we were friends, like family?
Why do I continue with this if it affects me so much?
The worst part is knowing that it will happen again.
When you finally realise that you were the monster that prophet was talking about but you’re chill with it because you’re back home with your family.
The smoke of despair spares no one. No matter how hard you try to avoid it, no matter how fast you try to run away from it. It seeps in through the smallest of cracks and crevices and shrouds you, blinds you. So much so that you can't see yourself. Can't feel yourself.
Sooner or later, it will dissipate.
But the remnants of the smoke which have infiltrated you will stay behind. It'll stay behind for a long time, and keep on reminding you of how debilitating it feels. But who knows? It might even stay forever.