March 09, 2018
I was born on a rainy spring night; nothing unusual for a spring night. My mother is cilantro but my father is coriander. Together, somehow, they made a human child. I've lived my whole life surrounded by cilantro and coriander and while it may be nice and fresh, I have never been exposed to the outside world. I have never seen another human. As I got older, I began to notice the wildly tight grip my parents had on me. When I first got internet access, my curiosity google searched if cilantro was evil. This is when I came across this website. Thank you for showing me the light. I killed my parents last night. I would have spared my coriander father, but he was now cilantro by association. I have nowhere to run as I have never been outside and I have no other family members that are not cilantro or coriander. I don't know what to do with their bodies. I don't know where to go next. I don't know anything. I only know one thing.
I hate cilantro.