It's hard to remember ... sǝᴉɹoɯǝɯ ɹnoʎ ɥʇᴉʍ ǝƃɐƃuǝ oʇ noʎ ǝɔɹoɟ sǝop ssǝuƃuᴉɥʇou ssǝlpuǝ ǝɥʇ ƃuᴉsɹǝʌɐɹʇ ʇnq
He was... (𝄩ᔕ?) so beautiful , so smart... So charming... It's not that uncommon for men to love their work. Is it?
We had a child... ᗜ𝄩ᗜ ᓬጠ? I remember wanting to hold him... But I never did... Why?
No no no... it's not happening... this is our CHILD ... it's not a fucking test rat ...
ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ ɟo ɹǝʇʇǝq ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ sᴉ sᴉɥʇ ʇɐɥʇ ʍouʞ I ' ʞoo˥ , but it's insane to be so caught up in your work.
I did what I could . . . Did I? I don't even know... Could I even bear children?
plᴉɥɔ sᴉɥʇ ǝʌɐɥ oʇ ƃuᴉoƃ ɯ,I , but you will have nothing to do with him . . . it's unhealthy for everyone involved
SIH┴ SI ˥˥ƎH ƎH┴ ┴∀HM
𝄩 ェᗆ<ጠ ᴝጠ<ጠᓓ ϖጠጠᴝ ǝɹǝɥ before
"That stupid cunt ... she knows nothing but acts like she is the backbone of this whole project ... have your goddamn kid bitch !"
what is that?
It's so heavy...
My mind can barely handle it
where do I go now?