sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple. i was asking myself things i didn't even understand. what was this feeling? why did it exist? why could my mind never rest, even when the stars came out and my eyes itched to close? what was this beautiful, terrible combination of things — of the purest joy, and yet also the most intricate pain?
so many questions, and yet all of them had the same answer. one word, a single syllable, one that repeated over and over again in rhythm with the beating of my heart.
you.
YOU ARE READING
(everything) you left.
Short Storya slow descent into insanity. i'm going to be honest. i don't entirely know what this is. but if you're up for short "chapters," questionable metaphors and yet another round of personifying mental illnesses into the people who triggered them, come o...
