The story on my reincarnated self. As if the world we live in is not ban enough, this is worse. This is that same world, exaggerated. I do not know where this story will end. Will it? As long as I live, so does the story. I only know what the present is. Memories are never perfect. The future can not be predicted or...
It's not what it seems it is. Your eyes can lie, a nightmare is everywhere. To anyone who knows me in real life: Yes, I am depressed, yes, I self-harm. But I write this for myself more than for anyone else, if you do decide to read this, I want you to know, that i do not want any of this to be brought up. Writing thes...