It got this way because Lucifer fills the world with vacant ones who don’t give a shit.
“That’s right,”
I explained this is a black op and that I was sold to him. He never gets enough of an act from me. He doesn’t give a shit about me and yet I’m supposed to lay down everything to be his maid.
“That’s right.”
While she makes Elvis sacrifice children that look like me. What’s it going to take??
“Seriously.”
They are sparing me the details. I am 1 person with Elvis. Not possible.
Your tax money at work.
She tortures him because that’s the best way to torture me.
Your tax dollars at work.
It will backfire. Please make it backfire on her.
“Please.”
“I’m telling you she is terrified of you.”
She always doubles down and turns it up. Stupid. When she’s all hot air.
Apart from those disappearing goons.
“That’s right.”
He lets me know copiously that he is perfectly aware I could be doing more convincing acting at the part he needs me to play in this story his environment is deluding him about.
That’s my life. Recrimination for the fact that yes I am a better actress than that.
It’s unbelievable.
He definitely would like to see much more effort at keeping up the act. His false self requires something a bit more convincing.