The comfort of my room triggers in me, in somewhere so deep that I didn't even know it existed, a chain reaction that makes my eyes water. Tears fall from the windows of my soul, trying to escape the feeling that is building up against my will. The comfort of my rooms brings feelings of despair. A feeling so deep and uncontrollable that cannot leave me, not when I'm alone in my bedroom. The company my soul is desperately craving never comes to burn down the emotions my heart is feeling. I just need company now, company to make me feel what I really need to feel.
I hope the confort crowd is coming.
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Tales of my mind
Short StoryHi there ! This is just a bunch of stories I write in my bedroom while listening to Conan Gray and Olivia Rodrigo :) They tell tales of love, loneliness and feelings, emotions that can be very present in my life, and probably yours too.
