am i a real person? i swear sometimes it just feels like i’m disposable, being used for other people’s character development. like i’m just here, being emptied out every so often only to try my fucking best and then be emptied out again and again. if you’re going to empty me out, don’t just do it mentally and emotionally. do it physically. kill me. i can’t do this anymore, and i’m not joking. i lose a piece of myself each time and how long until i’m utterly nothing.