Who was the person standing over every dead body. Who heard the last words. Who carried out their wishes. Who was our one constant? Who? Who? Why bother. It doesn't matter anyway. Might as well die. TW: Cursing Disordered Eating Depression Anxiety Body Dysmorphia The other shit *On hiatus, I might never update this, who knows. Also it sucks soooo bad, honestly it's more of just me not being able to express things right*