Read part 1 first.Starving people become desperate.
I NEEDED, something, anything to fill that hole. So I began to try and feed off the people I relied on. I tried to gorge myself, so I was not swallowed whole. But you can't eat validation or drink pity. You can only exhaust it's supply.
Desperate people become delusional.
I fought for every last scrap I could, clinging to the insane hope that I could stave off disaster with other peoples thoughts. Deluded and starving, I managed to suck away the well of good care, that I believed I needed and relied upon. The craving continued to burn, continued to grow larger, I couldn't handle the thoughts anymore, couldn't sort through the delusion.
Delusions collapse into hopelessness.
Without hope to cling to, I drifted, ready to let the delusions swallow me hole... And I waited to die.
Also to be continued.
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