- Like Ouroboros, I am fated to eat myself. Though in my case, if I don't, I'll just feel every shred of my being dissipate as if it was never there to begin with. Whatever I choose, the result will remain the same. I hate who I am. Every shred of it. I can rewrite myself more or less, add on and remove qualities, but truth be told, one cannot be all. And trying to do so only ends in being left with nothing at all. Yet I tread a thin line remaining as I am, a perfectionist to the core embedded so deep it's the only bit of me I am certain is of the essence of whatever I am. Being my core, there is no escape from this madness.
Drawn while listening to Hollow by Cloudeater.
On a side note, I realize that in this position, Ache is reminiscent of a pseudodragon in form, which was not my intention.
Edit: that feel when you write the year prior to the current one right after new years orz
