My room seems to have alot more that just 4 walls... I am standing in the pitching dark and I seem to keep hitting one after the other.
Where is the door?
My mind is just about everywhere than where it is supposed to be.
Keep thinking about Nan aswell, starting to doubt the whole existance to everything. Questioning everything around me.
Drowning myself in work and school. I need to take break soon.
My six word story, "This is it: Time For Bed"
No Hemingway.
Screaming at the wall.
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