Marnet_me
I'm Jake Albright, nineteen, chilling in Cape Town - Newlands to be exact, with Table Mountain staring down at me every day like it's judging my life choices.
On the outside, everything looks sorted. Big house all to myself now that parents upgraded to Rondebosch. Silver Golf in the driveway from Dad. Studying accounting at Stellenbosch 'cause that's the family plan.
But real talk? I'm faking it most days. I'd rather pour my messed-up head onto my Patreon, Manic Manhood, where I go full raw about the bipolar rollercoaster ... the manic highs that make me feel like a king, the lows that smash me flat.
Thing is, I've kinda died a bunch already. Not literally, but every time life rips another chunk out of me, it feels like it.
Lost my little brother Ezra three years back to some drunk driver's stupidity on Christmas Eve. Still see his gap-toothed grin in photos, still catch shadows in mirrors that look like him. House echoes with stuff that's not there anymore.
Parents smile through the cracks, grandparents hide old family secrets like they're buried treasure ... or bombs. Mates drag me into their dramas, feelings getting tangled till I can't breathe.
And online? This one creep on Facebook watches everything, comments turning from fan vibes to straight-up stalkerish. Chills me proper.
Now it's all building, like those thunderclouds stacking over the mountain before a massive storm hits the Cape. Past crashing into now, secrets crawling out, ghosts mixing with real threats.
Seven pieces to this chaos ... each one pulling me deeper into the thriller that's my actual life.
Will the storm wash everything clean, or just drown what's left of me?
Dive in if you're brave enough. No filters, just the raw truth from a guy trying not to break.
(Trigger warnings: mental health struggles, grief, loss, stalking vibes, family drama)