So, it's only a few more months until my torture supposedly ends. I'm honestly looking forward to it. I'm hopeful for it. Which might make things harder for me if it turns out to be untrue. I feel that this flickering hope will be what truly devastates me. It will end up burning me from the inside until all that's left is a charred husk. It's only a few more months and I don't know why I thought it might get easier with the end so near, but it's not. The torture is just as painful as it's ever been. It really sucks. Yeah, I just want it to end. Does the knowledge of the end make me more impatient? Am I adding torture to myself with this frustration? Am I preparing some delayed onset torture by having hope? Because that would be some premium torture, that level of disappointment and despair.
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Tortured by Hope and Dreams
Короткий рассказA man finds himself trapped in a modest, modern apartment of torture. A woman finds herself lost in the realm of the soul.
