Paranoia has a minion!

Meow the Wunofur

Legacy Name: Paranoia

The Storm Aeanoid
Owner: Kitten

Age: 13 years, 10 months, 3 weeks

Born: June 15th, 2007

Adopted: 5 years, 10 months, 3 days ago

Adopted: July 4th, 2015


  • Level: 18
  • Strength: 45
  • Defense: 45
  • Speed: 29
  • Health: 47
  • HP: 35/47
  • Intelligence: 1
  • Books Read: 1
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

It's not about what you did and didn't see. It's about what you heard.

It's hard to tell what you heard when you are unable to differ the voices that ring through your ears and those that live within your mind.

When you ask how I feel,
What would you like me to say?
That I don't think about it every single day?
That I could drop to my knees and pray
That the pain would got away
It's a hard opinion to sway
Maybe I'll stay
Maybe I'll go
All the things I never wanted you to know
When the sun drops and the wind blows
Summer is gone and all it does is snow
Someday you might find me in distress
Don't digress, figure shit out and contest
Because I'm not #blessed
I'm more repressed then you can ever digest.

It's the silence that gets me the most. I could spend an entire day listening to music in my headset and forget the eerie quiet sadness of the world around me not shrouded behind artificial sound. Sometimes you think you are safe, but that feeling, that nagging insecurity it's always there. You know it is. Ready for any small tilt in your day to pounce on you at any moment. Something about Paranoia is special. It is special because it is a trick of our own minds. As if the vessel meant to protect and control us suddenly begins to reject it's existence.

It's been months since the last occurrence. I still dream in darkness. A world so devoid of emotions. I hear nothing, as if deaf by design. When I awake I see darkness. Not in my vision but in every thought and action. As if I live with a dark cloud looming over me. Waiting to erupt and destroy my life.

And I shoo it away, still it returns and it yells and screams. It grasps at my seams. I await to burst, the living now the dead. I see everything end, It's part of my head. It never goes away, and I truely believe they will find out what I've been hiding. Everyone already knows. Everybody knows. They'll know I've fallen victim to my own aliments and I can't escape.

The truth is I never want to leave. I wish to stay forever, breathing and living. Trusting the never.

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