It's the only thing I have left. My one shot, my ticket out of living hell.
It's never going to work, the way I am now. I know it in my heart. I have to get out of here.
I don't want history to repeat again. I know this might come with its own problems. But I don't care. It makes me happy. Truly happy.
It's as if the rest of the world simply falls away when I do it. I escape from reality, But that's all it'll ever be. Because it's not my reality. It never can be.
Or can it?
I guess we'll find out.
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drabbles, oneshots, and stuff
General Fictionwhat the title says mostly just random stuff that has no connection unless stated otherwise
