Trying to do laundry but the voices in my head call to me from the dark abyss.
The blue sumner sky and light summer breeze somehow make my insides freeze insidiously and I want to hide but my apartment is hardly a lesser nightmare.
No where to hide they are coming for me and so they should I deserve to have the sky coming crushing down on me.
Trust no one. Not even myself. They're coming, where's my knife.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
Trying to do laundry but the voices in my head call to me from the dark abyss.
The blue sumner sky and light summer breeze somehow make my insides freeze insidiously and I want to hide but my apartment is hardly a lesser nightmare.
No where to hide they are coming for me and so they should I deserve to have the sky coming crushing down on me.
Trust no one. Not even myself. They're coming, where's my knife.
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