I am not July, the mask of warmth I wore to cling onto dreams of a better tomorrow,
and neither am I Sin, the mask of coldness I wore to wield my resentment as a biting blade. I am who I am, nothing more, nothing less.
Such a shame it took so long to realize what dissociativity had taken from me, but such is life. We all will inevitably create our own often maladaptive ways to deal with it.
Beware the 8th, for faith is truly a miraculous thing in both its perils & opportunities.
Once you lose your ability to have expectations, you'll know how it feels like to be hollow.
Just speaking from experience as someone who has lived within white sterile walls.