everyone here is severely mentally ill and this group is our cry for help

i was only nine years old. i loved wesker so much, i had all the merchandise and movies. i'd pray to wesjer every night before i go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "wesker is love", i would say, "wesker is life". my dad hears me and calls me a faggot. i knew he was just jealous for my devotion of wesker. i called him a cunt. he slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. i'm crying now and my face hurts. i lay in bed and it's really cold. a warmth is moving towards me. i feel something touch me. it's wesker. i'm so happy. he whispers in my ear, "this is my uroboros"