Zak23467

The walls are closing in, and the knot around my neck is tightening.

A little confession to all TH fans ,  and please don't take this as an insult to the band I really like them, but I'm not exactly what you'd call a longtime fan...
          
          Once, I dreamed about a boy.
          
          The dream was so vivid that I still remember the way he looked at me — the intensity in his eyes, his style, his appearance  everything about him stayed with me.
          
          At that time, I didn't know who he was I didn't know his name I didn't know anything about him.
          
          When I woke up, I tried to forget about him.
          
          I couldn't
          
          I didn't know TH back then about a month later, a girl introduced me to the band she showed me some of their songs, told me a little about them and showed me what they looked like.
          
          Honestly, I don't even remember most of what she told me anymore I didn't know then how important it would become to me later.
          
          Until I saw Bill I froze,  I felt as if I had known him all along.
          
          He looked so much like the boy from my dream.
          
          Still, I didn't think much of it but from that moment on, something started growing in my head.
          
          One idea became another then another.
          
          I started seeing scenes in my mind, Images,  moments I could picture everything in such incredible detail that, at some point, it honestly started to scare me.
          
          I had to write , and write,write 
          
          I had to get it out of my head and onto paper.
          
          I've been writing since I was a little girl I used to fill entire notebooks with random stories and little worlds I created. 
          
          But this felt different It was as if this story was already playing in front of my eyes and I simply had to put it into words.
          
          So you might wonder why is he in my story if I barely knew anything about him?
          
          The answer is actually quite simple.
          
          Because he sang songs that got so deeply under my skin that I had four of them tattooed on me.
          
          Those songs touched something in my soul in a way no other artist ever had before.
          
          And somehow, that was enough to make me see him differently. 🖤
          
          
          So yes, I'm crazy..😀

Fun fact about me: I vividly remember a boy my mom thought was absolutely perfect he was so polite, so well-behaved the kind of boy every parent dreams of he had a crush on me and kept coming over to see me.
          
          What I remember most, though, is quietly climbing out of my window just so I wouldn't have to meet him.
          
          Instead, I fell for a boy my mom couldn't stand he wore black, had dark makeup, and embodied everything she disliked I always loved that style (and I still do). 
          
          Whenever I write, a wave of nostalgia washes over me I often realize that little pieces of my own life find their way into my stories sometimes it's a memory, sometimes an emotion, and sometimes a part of myself that I leave behind in my characters.

"I want to die, who will finally save me?"

I'm sorry, but I really spend a lot of time in the hospital 

Hey, youre still here?

I live obedient

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