Norf I Guess
The tired eye, peaking through tight shutters.
- Feb 3, 2026
- 12
I'm just plain hideous, my body is genuinely repulsive and I have no redeeming qualities as an individual. I've been wanting to die for years now but been too weak to just go for it so I just wallow in my own shame all day. I have no talents, no peers, no hobbies, I merely exist. Waking up, going to work, going home, going to bed.
I just want a body that isn't physically uncomfortable to be in, but since it'll never happen, the next best thing is doing what anyone with the displeasure of meeting me would want me to do. It's gotten to the point where I've fantasized my own murder, the idea of having my legs broken then being cudgeled over and over until I'm an unidentifiable sticky red paste is what I hope for but never get.
I just want a body that isn't physically uncomfortable to be in, but since it'll never happen, the next best thing is doing what anyone with the displeasure of meeting me would want me to do. It's gotten to the point where I've fantasized my own murder, the idea of having my legs broken then being cudgeled over and over until I'm an unidentifiable sticky red paste is what I hope for but never get.