in an instant, the entire village of pompeii was decimated. the city they built, the people who loved the city, gone. wiped out.
i sit with hot tears of lava streaming down my face while the mount vesuvius of my mind is ruining everything i've worked so hard at in the past months i-
i can't even compare to pompeii.
am i selfish for using the tragedy of thousands as a metaphor for my own failing mental health?
