joe sugg had never been good at math. in fact, it was seven years after he'd left school that he found out two halves make a whole definition of abyss; the regions of hell conceived of as a bottomless pit Trigger Warning: mentions of suicide/depression I HAVE CHANGED MY USERNAME SINCE WRITING THIS. NAME ON THE COVER...
"why do you even do that?" the moon lit up his face, making out his features "we all get addicted to something that takes the pain away." two troubled souls, practicing the art of getting by and are lost between reality and a dream. notice; lowercase intended {mid story editing}