This isn’t a stream of consciousness anymore, it’s a fucking void vomit. I don’t even know if I should post this. It’s saw raw and so … vulnerable? It’s less about the idol even, and more about the ‘reader’, who, whoop-de-fucking-doo, is a caricature of me. I don’t even need this to do well, I just want it to make people feel things. The way I have. I wonder if that’s too much to ask.