I used to believe that life had little to no meaning, that nothing really ever mattered. I had embraced nihilism as a shield, finding solace in the belief that nothing could harm me.
The raindrops fell in a melancholic symphony, and I realized the emptiness of my existence. Regrets filled the empty thoughts of my brain, regrets of the connections which I pushed away and all the moments I failed to cherish. My only companion now was the rain, which reflected my inner turmoil.
Its soothing patter against the windowpane offered a temporary escape from all the chaos. While the rain did its job, I came to realize that I lay bleeding on the floor, a physical manifestation of what nihilism brought upon me.
However, I can't say that I come to regret having the confidence to talk to people...
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Eternal Moon
Про вампировLiving in the rainiest part of Canada is mundane for Jason. Every day is the same as the last, but things take a quick and dangerous turn when a girl named Meryl moves to his school under unknown circumstances. Jason will have to take drastic decisi...
