i should've left then. i knew that something shallow and fun had become too deep. it was over my head, and for the moment i was treading water — but the flood was rising, exhaustion just around the corner. and what then? what was left, but to drown in your ocean?
ČTEŠ
(everything) you left.
Povídkya 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...
