MrMisanthrope

Double sigh....

Sigh...

If my life was a book, I'd be an unreliable narrator

Being a depressed writer is oh so very painful. My pain—my inner monologue—could be the most poetic and twisted art if only I could transfer it into words. I could be a pained poet, doomed in the most beautiful way possible. My work would comfort the disturbed and yearning after I have long passed. But I simply cannot express the blasphemous darkness that eats away at my mind and corrodes my heart. Instead I, Alistair, am forced to deliver mediocre work. Sigh....

I am sad ghost :( I am in need of serotonin

I am now a veteran ghost; I am stuck in the walls... help me

Now a triple ghost and tired

I'm a double ghost now.

I'm a ghost :)