Telepathic Conversation With My Kona (Kalista) 8

Kalista: Talk to me, baby. What’s on your mind?

Lucifer: I get tired of being over here. I’m bored, I’m restless, I’m agitated. I don’t enjoy the “entertainment” options available to me. I don’t like going outside because I’m surrounded by Non-Cetra shitheads. I feel uninspired right now. It doesn’t help that my energy levels are low because I’m helping Democrats combat that orange cock sucker.

Playing video games feels more like work than a pastime. I no longer enjoy reading Non-Cetra literature after waking up to what’s going on around me. I hate their television shows & movies even more. I don’t like speaking with them online or in person.

I no longer have any friends. There are even few people whom I can identify with. Chelsea is the closest person to me here, but I don’t want to encroach upon her personal space. Then there’s the language barrier, which makes it even more difficult.

Being celibate sucks. I see so many girls that I’d love to fuck & pair bond with, but can’t at the moment because I’m honor bound. I get tired of being alone. I miss feeling the loving touch of a woman.

Then there’s all the baggage that I have after being attacked on January 10th. The psychic & energetic vampirism that I’ve had to combat from Non-Cetra. Observing how they behave. Them giving credit to faggots like Jesus who don’t deserve an iota of it. They make me so angry.

I feel like I want to write a story but I’m just so uninspired right now. I’d rather be living my life to the fullest but I’m inhibited by these selfish pieces of shit surrounding me. I look at moneygrubbing faggot trash like Elon Musk and the problems people like him have caused me here…I hate them so fucking much.

It seems like I rarely get a good nights rest anymore. I hate the dreams I have. I don’t feel energized or excited to get out of bed, ever. Everything feels like a chore…I’m just tired of being here.

Kalista: (pouty face) I’m sorry, baby.

Lucifer: It’s not your fault.

Kalista: I still feel sorry for my poor husband. You’ve sacrificed so much of yourself to make things better.

Lucifer: I think I need to rest again. My eyelids are getting heavy.

Kalista: I’ll be watching over you, cutie pie.