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A forced optimistic outlook, self-convinced. The world isn't as bad as you believe it is- You think it's really, really bad. What did those adults call it, fake it until you make it? Maintain a cheerful attitude. Laugh about your insecurities. Smile. Be the change you want to see in the world. In a dead-end earth full of tried souls who believe that the best fate that can be handed to them is the reprieve of death- Someone has to be. Make it you.
Because, remember, it's all in your head.

Though the single life you got, you made mistakes. Over and over. You want to be the beacon- The light. Force yourself to believe the world isn't as bad as you think it is.
It's horrible. However- You've heard it over and over, life isn't that bad. You keep making mistakes, though- Maybe I'm the problem?
Is the reason for the horrible state of life... You? No.
It's all in your head.

You lose your friends. It's your fault. What's the point? No matter, just change yourself a little- You're never happy with the way you style your hair, the length you cut it, so braids are just fine for now. That's what you're trying to go for- Gentle, nonthreatening, right?
You meet a friend. Things are okay. You never feel like anything more than a replacement- There's something he's keeping from you, and you'll never know. He won't tell you, because you're just the flavor of the month. Wait, stop saying that. You know it's not true, you may have lost everyone before but this time it'll be different. You're not a replacement, even if he refuses to talk to you about it.
It's all in your head.

Ah- I died. It's silent for a moment, then I'm back. Oh- Maybe I was right? Perhaps I do mean something to my friends. Tossing out the impending fear that you're going to be stuck in infinite darkness, I give up the thing that could save me for friendship. You've hurt them so much already, right? You need to give it up. Everything. You want to believe they'd sacrifice eternal suffering for you too, right? Not right. You know they wouldn't, because the entire world is filled with selfish people.
The temptation of being brought back, it's hung in front of you for a moment. It feels so good that you know it can't be real- You know it, because nothing good has ever happened to you. Ever.
You were right.
As your soul is slipping away- Consciousness dwindling, sentience dissolving... You want to die. Nothing is worth it, nothing you've been through. The world is horrible, and will never get better. You've seen it all. You're jaded.
Sharpened silver. Suicide? You thrust it upwards in your last moments of humanity, hoping you can escape whatever the darkness of Nyx has in store for you.
The knife.... Don't worry about it.
It's all in your head.

Description
A forced optimistic outlook, self-convinced. The world isn't as bad as you believe it is- You think it's really, really bad. What did those adults call it, fake it until you make it? Maintain a cheerful attitude. Laugh about your insecurities. Smile. Be the change you want to see in the world. In a dead-end earth full of tried souls who believe that the best fate that can be handed to them is the reprieve of death- Someone has to be. Make it you.
Because, remember, it's all in your head.

Though the single life you got, you made mistakes. Over and over. You want to be the beacon- The light. Force yourself to believe the world isn't as bad as you think it is.
It's horrible. However- You've heard it over and over, life isn't that bad. You keep making mistakes, though- Maybe I'm the problem?
Is the reason for the horrible state of life... You? No.
It's all in your head.

You lose your friends. It's your fault. What's the point? No matter, just change yourself a little- You're never happy with the way you style your hair, the length you cut it, so braids are just fine for now. That's what you're trying to go for- Gentle, nonthreatening, right?
You meet a friend. Things are okay. You never feel like anything more than a replacement- There's something he's keeping from you, and you'll never know. He won't tell you, because you're just the flavor of the month. Wait, stop saying that. You know it's not true, you may have lost everyone before but this time it'll be different. You're not a replacement, even if he refuses to talk to you about it.
It's all in your head.

Ah- I died. It's silent for a moment, then I'm back. Oh- Maybe I was right? Perhaps I do mean something to my friends. Tossing out the impending fear that you're going to be stuck in infinite darkness, I give up the thing that could save me for friendship. You've hurt them so much already, right? You need to give it up. Everything. You want to believe they'd sacrifice eternal suffering for you too, right? Not right. You know they wouldn't, because the entire world is filled with selfish people.
The temptation of being brought back, it's hung in front of you for a moment. It feels so good that you know it can't be real- You know it, because nothing good has ever happened to you. Ever.
You were right.
As your soul is slipping away- Consciousness dwindling, sentience dissolving... You want to die. Nothing is worth it, nothing you've been through. The world is horrible, and will never get better. You've seen it all. You're jaded.
Sharpened silver. Suicide? You thrust it upwards in your last moments of humanity, hoping you can escape whatever the darkness of Nyx has in store for you.
The knife.... Don't worry about it.
It's all in your head.