time is an illusion made to help things to make scents
I'm just an autistic little twig in a world of pain and suffering. half of my family's d**d, and most of my friends are either FAKE or having thoughts every. single. day. and I'm just here to be the world's next target for torcher. the Earth is sending unexplainable creatures after me, I first encountered one when I was around 4. I only survived it because I hid. I'm never safe. Never. help me... ;(
