I think I'm angelkin, and by “think” I mean I am, I'm just choosing to force myself into denial. I'm not pure, I'm not holy, I'm not sacred. I'm not pure white and beautiful, my back bleeds from where my wings were ripped, my purity torn from me, if I ever had it all. I'm not pure. I'm not pretty. I'm not holy. I'm not deserving enough of being an angel. I never was. I never will be. I can't be.
I feel so nonhuman today, which, in general , is good. But this time, it's like actually distressing, and I'm not enjoying it. I think it may be species dysphoria, I hate this so much.
God, I do not want to be in this human body, I'm supposed to be a wolf, angel, and a god. Not human.
Why couldn't I have just been a cloud? Or a star in space. Just anything but human.
I was actually crying about it earlier, /srs I just feel so yuck right now.