When you look

[alasanon]

I don't know how much longer I can do this, if I'm being really honest with you. I don't know how much longer I can pretend that I'm happy being, well, this. It isn't my fault, no one knows how we end up the ways we do. If my skin is blue instead of brown like my siblings, well, they can say I was cursed, but isn't it more likely that it was some ancestor? Or maybe closer, my mother? Who's to say she's been honest about it. It wouldn't be the first set of lies she told me, or even the most consequential.

I don't know. All I want at this point is to be allowed to be what I am meant to be, whatever that is. If I'm hellspawn, then I'm hellspawn, and I'll deal with that in my own way.