Compulsion

A chat client for codependents

skeleton-wolf: there's a reason i haven't been honest with you, why i've acted as if i am different people depending on the circumstance. split up into many parts when in actuality i am whole.

skeleton-wolf: everything originates from evil. all trauma originates from evil. all disease originates from trauma. my distrust originates from my disease.

wiguana: If you speak so generally, you can make anything sound profound. Your creationist myth doesn't align with my personal experiences.

skeleton-wolf: i onlyu know my own point of view but

wiguana: I won't tolerate this kind of behavior. Correct that typo.

skeleton-wolf: that's a waste of time.

wiguana: You're being manipulative.

skeleton-wolf: it really was a typo this time. there was no appeal to emotion beihind it.

wiguana: You did it again. Stop it.

skeleton-wolf: this isn't what crytiyping looks like and you know it. should we go on about it or will you let me address your concerns?

wiguana: Sorry.

skeleton-wolf: that wasn't rhetorical. i need an answer.

wiguana: Go ahead and complete your sentence.

skeleton-wolf: i only know what i know, and what i know might not even be true. what i say is twisted by resentment and bitterness towards others. i want to portray myself in a way that makes me look like the good guy, the sane one, and to cast my foes as villains weith the moast sinister of intentions.

wiguana: That sounds normal and not pathological at all. At least you're scrupulous about it. It's so normal that I'm not interested in what you're saying so far, and I doubt I will have an interest in what you will say next.

skeleton-wolf: yes! that's the thing. you don't have to l.isten to me, but you do have to get your information somewhere. that's why i want you to look at this blog for me.

wiguana: Literally nothing is making me research anything, but whose blog is it?

skeleton-wolf: i don't know how to define my relationship with him. i don't want to bias you too much.

wiguana: A complex relationship, not easily defined, possibly sexual or romantic in nature, but not unambiguously so. This is the kid you killed back when you were in high school.

skeleton-wolf: bingo.

wiguana: Groovy. Why should I act like a stalker for you? You want to know if they've moved on during their vacation in the heavens? That they've forgiven you, somehow, as a braindead specimen with no access to the internet?

skeleton-wolf: of course nto. i want you to prove me wrong. i want you to show me that he had some redeeming value, that he did not deserve his death.

wiguana: Nobody deserves death.

skeleton-wolf: you sound like a liberal.

wiguana: Sorry. You need blood to lubricate the machine of the establishment?

skeleton-wolf: nobody else in the area will hire me, and i have to be in the area to be near you. i'll take what i can get.

wiguana: I'm glad I got out when I was young. I can't imagine willingly applying.

skeleton-wolf: i think your imagination is wonderful.

wiguana: I don't know how to respond to that. What was his username?

skeleton-wolf: pussy-cannibal

wiguana: Great. Let's check it out.

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