How did I get here?... || Vermi Angst

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It's your fault. ... Vermi, it's your fault. ... No, listen. It's your fault. "don't do this now, please..." You can't keep doing this, Vermi. "Shut up..." They're all going to leave you one day. "Shut up." You'll be alone. They'll all die. They're not real. "Shut up...!" It's just you, Vermi. There's nothing you can do about it. "Shut up!" Everyone knows, Vermi. You can't keep pretending... Look at you. Look yourself in the eyes, and then tell me you did it. "... Why won't you get out of my head?" It's your own mind, Vermi. It's your fault. You're here- alone. You disappointed everyone. You don't deserve to be immortal... You leech on everyone- you're a waste of the very space you take up. "I can't- not this way... Please... I want my father back...!" Your father has been dead for years, Vermi. You were at his funeral. Stop pretending. You'll never see him again. "You're wrong...!" I can't say anything unless you think it, Vermi. It was your fault. You're a bad person. You deserve to burn..... but you won't ever die- no, that would be too nice. "Stop..." You can always give up, Vermi. You can't resist forever. The very air down here burns, doesn't it? If you try to hold onto that holy image of yours, your soul will burn away. And you don't like that idea, your every bit would vanish. You would be alive but *you* would be no more. You'd lose it all- your personality, your memories. So do us a favor and give.up. "I don't care how much it hurts... I don't want to be a demon!" You'd rather die here? After everything? You're pathetic, Vermiculus. You could get it over with faster if you truly would rather cease to exist than this. I mean, after all, who is counting on you to live? Who cares? "My creations... they'd-" They aren't real, vermi. None of it is. Keep living in delusion as long as you want, I will always ring in your ears. Forget as hard as you want but there is no escaping death- not even for immortals. Maybe if you quiver in fear and submit, you'll finally understand. This world doesn't care what you want, Vermi. It doesn't revolve around your rules. There are millions of other beings here, why should you be allowed any slack? Why do you deserve to be immortal? Why do you deserve to feel? Why are you rotting here while your "friends" in heaven are doing nothing but mocking you? The second you make a mistake, everyone vanishes. Wake up. Nobody will notice when you die. Nobody will notice you after. No matter what you make. No matter how long you had lived. Nobody will be able to say much besides, "oh, yeah... I knew him." And the longer you live, the more the truth burns your soul- You're alone, Vermi. And one day- you'll be forgotten.