I was cosplaying as a sad white 36 year old man, had to have the soundtrack to fit

😔

exactly. i sat in the dark, waiting quietly, scheming, brooding, conceiving. i made do and bided my time, patiently waiting to strike, stalking in the shadows just upon the fleeting edge of your peripheral, just anticipating the kill. i diligently watched, making to sure to evanesce into the depths of the bog that is your mind. i knew eventually, at some point, you would make a mistake, show weakness. in that moment i struck you with a verbal blow, just as a predator sinks its teeth into the tender warm flesh of the neck of whichever poor, unfortunate, pitiful creature wandered into proximity of its deadly gaze. i waited in interim, splayed upon the banks of your conscious mind, camouflaging myself with the leaves and mud, veiling myself in the fog, lying prone in the festering and stinking swamp rot. until you let your guard down. until you lowered your head to drink from the pristine depths of the works of classical composers. it was then that i went for the kill, my strike merciless

im literally shaking

try me fag