Nova Phoenix

There comes a point in everyone's life when they cease to give into the joy of being naïve. When childhood dreams become memories of first attempts at identifying who you were at such a young age rather than passions that stayed, when drugs seem like an adequate choice of pastime, and, of course, when the idea of making your own money slipping away from your hands as you encounter your first millionaire. Humans are fucking shallow, do not be surprised by how many times I choose to mention this. Affected by natural trauma the depressed draw to them, my limerence to self-hatred and anger have only built up over the past twelve years.
Animal empaths have one thing in common: loneliness. Natural sex addicts, this breed of human communicates with the world through avoiding it. Also known for hiding their true emotions towards you, do not be shocked if the typical animal empath is also a schizoid who cannot feel emotional attraction. Do not blame them. It was their trauma.
I mean, the kinder you are the more pain you must have felt in similar situations when displaying sympathy. It is very difficult, when you have self-loathed as a daily ritual, to sympathize for other humans. The act forces you to look at the voiceless and react to their suffering differently. Because they cannot inflict mental damage in a way that mocks your soul to no end.