when i die i want that cool thing done where they take your ashes and pressurise them enough to turn them into a precious gem. i then want that gem forged into a swords hilt so my heir can avenge me because im not dying unless im killed i can assure you
I feel so alone. No matter who I’m with or what I’m doing. I can’t help but feel like nobody wants me, like I’m that friend no one actually cares about. There’s just this emptiness constantly with me. Hollow, emotionless, fat, ugly, and alone. Always alone.