The Journey to Insanity
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Última publicación vie, jul 3, 2020
(It was really late while I made this description, so don't come at me)
Inspired by a YouTube video I watched that shall not be named.
Update: It's now become a cult... (Blopwobbel on YouTube)
Follow the thoughts and feelings of a human lab rat who is stuck in a sadistic man's experiment.
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These are short little diary entries that will mostly be updated daily. TW will maybe be included, but just know that this will have A LOT of TW throughout.
Ex. Panic attacks, anxiety induced everything, the questioning of your existence, etc.
I hope you enjoy! :)
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