Memories from this time are so blurred and time gets weird when I think back to it. I don't quite remember how it all started. It was before 2015 at least because that’s when my old deviant art became active, but I was on instagram before that. Sometimes people tell me things about any of my developing years but the memories are warped. I would think about Jeffery Woods and exist only in my mind. I’d become him and I’d be able to get my revenge. I could defend myself, just like he did. Escape. Be powerful. Live in the fucking wilderness. Maybe even make friends with bunch of weird little freaks. Not trapped in a dark, filthy room, one of the places I died. I still fantasized that a meme might tulpa me out of that fucking nightmare. I’ll never recover from what happened to me, and yet time passes.

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