Living in the human world wasn’t so bad, after I crawled out of hell a few years ago. Learning their language and their social cues or whatever was pretty easy to grasp. Though these humans change every few seasons, there’s nothing interesting about them. Talking to people became shallow and unbearable due to their small talk and awkward interactions. Yet I find myself drawn them. Back at home, I was alone as I am now but it’s different now. Though not as much, it’s much nicer here. Sitting in a random bench just watching the people be, the children playing. I never thought I would be free of that place. I was surprise to see how much stuff they had. It was a whole different world for me. I had help to adjust. I end up going home close to midnight just to walk around at night and rejuvenate my skin with the darkness it brings. Though the motion brings up memories I’d rather not relive. The truth is I’m alone. And it’s been like that always. I’ve never really minded it but some n
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