I take a deep breath, feeling my lungs fall short; they don't want to work.
I'm not sure I want them to.
The air smells smoky. It's almost suffocating.
I can't get enough of it.
The only light is the hazy flicker of neon signs
I don't mind.
Nobody knows where I am. Even if they did, they couldn't see me.
Just how I want it.
I want to disappear.
I don't want to be here anymore.
I'm so tired.
I'm so, so tired.
I don't want to leave any mark.
I don't want to leave a stain on this planet.
I don't want to leave any impact on anyone, on anything.
I just want to disappear.
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Programming Errors
Short StoryWarnings: mentality/mental state issues (depression, anxiety, mental breakdowns, etc.), beware (other stuff possible) This is a collection of dark(ish) short stories that I've come up with. Some of them involve things like mental breakdowns, so be w...
