i hated the train ride home that night. it was too final, hurtling toward something pointless. meaningless. i didn't know where i was going, but i knew it was an empty place.
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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...
requiem
i hated the train ride home that night. it was too final, hurtling toward something pointless. meaningless. i didn't know where i was going, but i knew it was an empty place.
