Councilhouse Stories

This is a story involving Callum, Dan, and Cam, and an exiting event that occurs whilst moving from a council house, to an actual, genuine, real, house.

A trip into my mind and where my story leads me.

They say depression makes the world dull, dull to the point where you feel like the world around you is colourless to the point where you're just lost in a depressive abyss in the darkest corner of your mind. I myself know that for sure. But hey, Im unironicly quirky, have a uniqueness complex and I'm mentally ill, what more do u want? Oh and I took the phrase fuck the tories the literal and I mean literal way