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the following text is from a journal by a girl named zoe.
i finally moved out today...the place where i live is just in the middle of nowhere. very rural. it kinda feels like whiplash when i compare this place to the urban landscape that i'm so used to. but at the same time...this place feels so serene...it's so quiet and peaceful. the lilies, the forest, the hills, the fields...damn.no wonder why people move out to places like these. especially when a lot of other cities can be so misery inducing. everything just feels so picturesque. it's going to be so damn fun to explore this place. especially the forest. well...i can i can explore now for a bit.
10:29pm:
okay so what the fuck did i just encounter.
i just went to the forest today late at night and something just appeared. it had a strange spiky looking face going on and had really unsettling eyes. scary shit really. not only that but the clothing it had just felt so off and horror inducing. it wore a really light purple dress that just kind of drip other colors. just...what. thank god it was fucking peaceful cause i felt like i was going to die immediately when i saw that thing. when it came close to me, it started to make words appear for some reason cause...idk. it said something...
"hey, im feeling really lonely. ;; can i stay with you? please?"
it then told me about how other people would try to kill it and run away from it even though it can't really harm anyone at all. i mean i don't know what it expected when it looked like that, but i felt somewhat bad so i decided to let it into my house. i think i should have enough room anyway.
what a weird fucking night. at least this creature doesn't seem too scary now...
good night.
okay so it wasn't some weird fever dream. this thing is still in my house.
it's still creepily dripping colors from its clothes and body, but otherwise it seems like it's doing something that a regular person would do. i'd be mad about the fact that it just decided to take some of my cereal and milk just to eat but...oh well. i can't be bothered.
when i was about to go to work, it looked at me and decided to say something before i left.
"thanks, no one is really kind to me ever. i've been hurt so much, so im really thankful that you weren't the same..."
atleast i think that's what it said.
i told it that there was no problem and not to worry and that i have to work soon.
5:42pm:
i wanna talk to that thing now. it's still in my room, so i have some time.
9:59pm:
so uh.
when i started to talk to it, i had a generally innocuous conversation at first. stuff about ourselves, what we do, all of that. and then out of nowhere it started to ask me a...really weird question.
"what is it like being a human?"
i...i still don't know.
at first i wanted to say that it felt great, but something about that felt off.
noticing that i was at a loss for words when it came to this question, it decided to say more. i think it said something like...
"it's easy to take being a human for granted, but i can't have such a luxury. i feel like this town hates me and wants me dead, but i'm unable to escape. i'm trapped. all i can do is hide in shame. try to hide every part of my being in hopes that it'll just stop. but it never did—it never will. i don't know why. it hurts so much."
...fuck
it then asked me the following:
"what would you do if no one treated you like a human anymore?"
it's just...shocking really. i wanted to get mad and say that it was asking weird questions but. well...i can't help but feel bad and get somewhat angry at whoever lives here. the uncanniness of it's being...only resulted in despair for it. i saw the colors change, desaturate, resaturate. the colors it dripped suddenly painted the floor temporarily unlike before.
did it only want to be treated like me?
i hugged the being for a while. it couldn't do anything but hug back and cry in despair.
god.
it has to be so painful to be treated the way it was but...i...i cant say that i know what itd be like if i was treated the way it was.
but...fuck. it's so disheartening. i want to cry too.
just to mourn it.