The high, almost to the moon. The low, bringing you crashing back down to earth. Positives and negatives keep us going whether we like it or not. The highs show us a brighter side to life while the lows show us that life is bitch to deal with. What's even harder about these extremes is that the lows affect us more than the highs, it's almost too much to handle. At these times it's almost too much to strive for happiness, staying in an inescapable pit that only gets deeper. The character here is feeling it now, too. They're trying to get help from those around them that are willing to listen. It's helping slowly, but it's hard to fight back the tide of negativity in their mind. The more they talk to people close to them, the closer they feel to uncovering what needs to be fixed within their life. They learn of someone they love, unhealthy influences on their mental state, Undesirable "friendships". It seems as though life is finally looking up and in the favor of them.
Unknown, storms brew in the quiet darkness. Making way through it's serenity, corrupting and purging. Reaching from within depths once buried and forgotten, once again to resurface. The cruel and unwelcome visitor, all too familiar in the eyes of it's victim. It's lust for suffering too great to quench.
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