Miles woke up and he looked around the room. He let out a heavy sigh as he got up and changed into some clothes, he stared at his cuts from last night that he didn't even bother to clean up, "gosh darnit.." he bandaged them and made breakfast he sat in his cold, empty and lonely apartment reading the news as he sipped his coffee, he wanted to get a new job because he was fired, ever since then he sulked around his house and smoked, basically making his already shitty mental health worse. He wanted a new job. But he couldn't seem to get the serotonin boost to even be bothered
He sat in his room, staring at the clock ticking by like always. His cat seemed to be more energetic lately, oh to be a fat tabby cat happily laying in the sun. His apartment was a mess, only things he was caring for were his cat, and himself. He went to the fridge and opened the door, "shoot.." he was out of food, which meant he had to leave his apartment and interact. He got ready, groaning to himself. He made a list and sped out the door.
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Adrenaline Rush to Madness.
HorrorMiles Upshur is a 30 year old freelance journalist, and lately his depression has been beating the shit out of him, causing his crave for validation to get really bad. but one day when a certain email comes in it sparks a shit show of problems, firs...
