Caught a glimpse of myself in a security cam feed while working tonight. That hollow, exhausted look in my eyes... it’s the same one my mother used to wear. The one that says the world has already taken everything worth taking. Sometimes I wonder if she ever looked at Saeran or me and saw a reflection of her own despair. Probably not. We were just assets to her. Funny how trauma gets passed down like a fucked-up inheritance.

Anyway, back to hacking some corrupt politician’s dick pics. At least those are someone else’s problems for a change. lololol.