Suicide has always had a strange appeal to me. I find the concept of suicide as an escape to be absurdly naive; how can anyone be so certain they prefer the unknown of death to the known of life? Death doesn't solve problems, it causes more- for everyone. Yet while I'm not a fan of death the act of dying excites me. For a single moment, I become the center of the universe. Nobody can look away. Everybody has to confront it, acknowledge I was real, and come to terms with the reality that I'm no more, and I chose to be that way. Show me how you really feel, now that I'm not here to receive your feelings. Show me what I really meant to you. Show me everything. I want to know, without any doubt. Let your voice be heard. Did you hate me? Love me? Did you not care at all? I want the truth to be exposed. It's the ultimate end of performance artistry, a once-in-a-lifetime event that can never be replicated, eliciting the entire range of human reaction.
Location:
Elsewhere
Interests:
Suicidal hate
Occupation:
Goddess (Part Time)
Community:
N/A
AKA:
Ide
Gender:
Female
Discord Name:
lute#7517
Pronouns:
she/her/her/hers/herself
Player Info
Favorite Role:
Tree Stump
Preferred Alignment:
Third Party
Display Timezone:
UTC-05:00
Signature
♫ Let it all burn down around us ♫
♫ Let the cruel consume the just ♫
♫ Let the sin we swim in drown us ♫
♫ Let the world shatter ♫
♫ Into dust ♫
♫ Nothing else matters ♫
♫ Only us ♫