Demons (Self Harm, Depression and such)

Demons (Self Harm, Depression and such)

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Demons. We all have them. They hide in the darkest corners of our minds and lurk in the shadows. But there's one more thing that makes some peoples demons different. Some peoples demons totally consume them, take over their life and soul. The following are stories. Stories of such people, stories of those who have given up, stories of my own demons. Enjoy and read on. -Max- (P.S. If you have an idea. Message it to me. I love your suggestions even if it isn't for this story)
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the pretty ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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