slowly fading memories | watty's2016

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Dear Diary,

      Everyone has monsters.

      I'm no exception.

      They used to hide under my bed when I was little, emerging from my mind when darkness seeped in. As I aged, they would be hanging above my head over the upcoming test.

      Now they refuse to be pushed aside, invading my mind and contorting my thoughts. They threaten to swallow me whole.

      I've ran.

      I've hid.       

      And now I realize my efforts are pointless.

      So I let them in. I crawl under my bed welcomingly. I flick the lights off and embrace the shadows.

       I have a death wish.

       But is that so bad?

                Yours truly, with love,

                        Holly