it was like a house of mirrors. the longer i looked at you, the more you distorted me, until i didn't recognize any of myself in the glass. you took all the worst parts of me, multiplied them, amplified them, and reflected them back at me until i started to believe that the warped image had always been the truth.
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...
