“It’s just… all my life people have had thoughts about what my mother was—what it is that I now am. Necromancer. Blasphemous. Demon. It’s all the same to some people. Sometimes, it’s easy to listen to the voice in my head when it tells me I don’t deserve something. Who wants to be around someone tied so closely to death and darkness? It’s morbid.”
this elicits such a powerful emotional response. replace necromancer with trans-woman, especially in our current predicament, and that's what my shadow voice is constantly echoing in my head -.-
