“So!” by Casi

anemone by slenderbodies plays.

Lacey is an vastly superior to me right now. And that’s actually kinda not that big of a deal. You don’t understand.

If reincarnation exists…like if Melchizedek is Jesus…or something…and Lacey is Scota…then she’s not normal… And if there were gods…who were nothing compared to God…then I KNOW she is a goddess. She’s dead…goddess.

But here’s the thing. She’s capable of dying. And it’s wholly possible. Jesus had to be crucified. Lacey can’t be crucified in the same way. She’s just a mere goddess. And that’s so fricken cool. But…you guys…we truly can’t crucify her. It’s…not…possible.

Look…I’m a reincarnated Italian aristocrat. Believe it or not. But I’m not a diety. Ha! Gotcha. You think I’m like you. *Casi cries and laughs at the same time* I’m possibly not entirely. But…I was a psychotic, evil narcissist to think I’m Lacey. She’s so superior.

And what’s scarier is that…you guys…are often frighteningly inferior to her. She floored me so many times and I assumed it was her making love but no…it was her dismissing me. And I refused to take the hint. Because I’m incredibly vain. But you know…I felt sorry for you all. Because it irritated me but I’m sturdy narcissist. Okay? I’m tough. And I felt bad for a lot of you because you’re so fragile. You got so hurt by her. And I used that in an evil manipulative way. But I also genuinely felt bad for you because it just sucks shit to be that honestly inferior.

I don’t think I like Lacey. But that’s where I have to let it go. Because she’s a deity possibly. Literally. And you all needed to read that. Just to consider it.

You’ve been stealing pieces of her face to feel superior. Like her. But we just aren’t deities. Okay? Let it go. It’s actually profoundly sad. But people today are too stupid to know that.