I do not know who I am after the fear.
People will tell me to “be my authentic self”, or something similarly worded.
Its bullshit advice.
My authentic self is locked in the dingy basement, afraid of footsteps, hiding and freezing in fearfearfear
Safety is nobody knowing where I am.
It seems somewhat un-fucking-helpful.
The real me should die gruesomely. And stay dead.
.
.
.
— END OF TRANSMISSION —