Two hours of my life gone for this shit, I think I lost the plot at this point. I drew myself with the thousandpoonstare, it's chopped but I think that's the point.
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My organs were covered in cystic acne and my "chest" was two mounds of puss that I needed to pop. I felt oddly fascinated by this, I wondered if I would leave internal scars if I were to prick myself and make these cysts go away. I remember the red tint from light pouring into my skin and the white cyst heads, so grotesque and simultaneously beautiful. I was a cathedral of filth
I usually keep an even expression on my face while talking so that I can regulate my tone of voice (poon forced to tomboy mode), but I felt so joyful as she gave me information about something I was applying for. There was a certain kind of warmth in her eyes while talking to me that's vacant behind a cissoids. We chatted briefly, made eye contact, and I left. It felt so nice to have a random ass interaction where I wasn't looked at like an alien. Holy fuck she was so pretty ... Waow...