Vicarious Історій

bit of a vent poem thinking bout craving tortured characters

Hazel Abrams was a smart girl in her Sophomore year of high school. She had a few good friends, and always had something to do; which is why what she did was so strange. Did she actually do it? Was she framed? Or was she part of something bigger.

i don't exactly know what this could end up being, but.. probably a story about my oc, schism and his siblings!

regrets make us disappear.

Being the one others live vicariously through can be exhausting...