i am a doll, a very fragile doll, i break easily, very easily.

my outside is a void, my inside is everything, i am rot and self-destruction is my doing.

animals are gross so i only eat plants and people, but those are also gross.

everything falls apart and nothing goes my way, i have to keep living this endless repeating nightmare until the end of my days. just because i'm still here. i wonder why really.

i will unapologetically attack anyone that uses generative AI no matter their circumstances or reasons.

people hate people.

it's tough enough living as though everything was going through yet nobody hears my cries or lies. everybody only smiles until everything dies. soon.

i am watching a really bad movie, but strapped to a chair so i cannot leave, i just have to watch. that's my life right there.

strongly opinionated? that i am, however i am weak, and frail, and... nothing.

i cannot feel anything. yet i feel everything. right now.

this statement is false. and i am it.

nobody listens. why should they?

— Lilith