My sarcasm has reached a dangerous level where even I don't know if I'm kidding or not.
Slowly I'm going more and more out of my mind and myself, I just realized it, and this is slowly broken me. That's hurt more than death, realize that you're not more your self.
I am a broken, destroyed, drained Ocean, not the happy, calm, beautiful Ocean i was and i wish i am.
- NY, Camp Half-Blood
- JoinedMarch 21, 2020
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