cuttingoutyourowntonguewithscissors

am i so naive? should i have seen it all along?

my best friend tells me i can trust him. no, not even him.

i could leave this place and happily never set foot in it again.

there’s only one person from around here who i ever really want to see again. and that probably won’t even happen.

this life is not worth living, but i’ve been stripped of the option to die.

everything i trusted and believed in, washed away like the tiny sea shells on that distant beach.

one chance is all i need.

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