I'm afraid.
I didn't think I'd feel it again... Not so quickly. I can feel it seeping into me broken pieces like a cancer. I see it in my dreams sometimes.
The darkness... I tasted the bitter black ichor again last night. It made me angry, nothing to point it at only rage. This place, it's as if the darkness waited for me to return so it could invade my mind again. I feel like someone throwing water out of a ship as it sinks. I was so deep in that black tar before I left, I barely made it in time to run away. I have nowhere to go now, much less of a support group. I don't want to go back in, start sinking again... but I see it. The pool, so blissful and disgusting peaceful and maddening bitter and sweet all at the same time. I see it.
And I'm afraid

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Historia CortaThis is basiclly just a little journal for myself. Sometimes I'll just sit up at night and think. Here's what I think about. (Original picture by me)