Fuck it. It's not in order but I need to talk about it.
Imagine you're in a room. It's dark. You can't see anything, but you're not scared. Then there's a light. Its 2 feet away from you. It's really bright. You almost have to shield your eyes from it. You see the room around you. The walls are colorful. Everything is bright. You can walk to the light and away from the light but the brightness doesn't change. You're not scared. You feel great. You're happy. Then the light goes out. You're thrown back into the dark. Then you're moving. Down a hallway. It's dark. You can't see. You're scared. You're in a new room. Dark again. You're terrified. Then you see the light. It's very dim. About 30 feet away from yourself. The walls are black. It's scary. There's monsters waiting to take you. The wait in the shadows. Waiting for you to look or move towards them. How ever much you try, you can never get closer to the light. It's terrifying. The monsters get closer. You try to run. They run faster. They catch you. You scream.
Game over.
Addition--
So this is about my geom teacher last year. He all of a sudden did a thing and died. He collapsed at school and it was pretty traumatizing for all of us in his 1st hour. They told us he was okay but then at the end of second hour they told us he died. I still don't know the cause. They never said.It still fucks with me emotionally. I'm so used to telling the story by now but I wish I wasn't. He was an amazing teacher and friend.
This is what started the fall of my mental health.
