I wasted this practice run at life- hence my username- and there's no fucking way this is it. I know this, because I don't even feel like I'm any older a person than I was on the day I was supposed to start first grade.
But my lich, this flesh around me, is playing along with the temporal delusion around me and building a visage that is separate from my mind.
This rouses my anger. Back before first grade, I would have hoped that by the time I look like this I would be a whole new person, an adult with great knowledge and experience and acquisition like my Mom and my Dad. But instead, I am a waste, still a child, and the outside doesn't match the inside.
But my lich, this flesh around me, is playing along with the temporal delusion around me and building a visage that is separate from my mind.
This rouses my anger. Back before first grade, I would have hoped that by the time I look like this I would be a whole new person, an adult with great knowledge and experience and acquisition like my Mom and my Dad. But instead, I am a waste, still a child, and the outside doesn't match the inside.
