barely
updated.
there's
more
to
life
than
this.



Other diaries:

8*24*01

Plastic bags floating in nothing

I could sit and listen for hours to the haunting of the theme, to the early hours of dawn and throughout the rest of the days to come, just sitting, taking it all in.

If anything were to happen to me in the upcoming days, just know that it is not because of you nor the others. It is just because I felt the need to leave.

With the lulling of the theme comes the dripping of water in the leaky toilet on the first floor.



regress /progress



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