Walking into the night, knowing that nobody is waiting for you, looking forward to your return. It is kind of depressing, not gonna lie. I no longer have self-control, that's why I want to be alone. Because I sometimes start cutting my limbs out of nowhere, or fall on my knees and start screaming, it's not good for people to hang out with me.
My psychiatrist tells me that I should avoid people, which is true. I'm no longer myself. I feel like my body is no longer mine, I feel like my soul left me long ago. Just me and the darkness, just how it should be. There isn't anything else for me to do. Just to walk in the darkness with a feeling of disappearing. This feeling only grows stronger every day. I shouldn't say the word "day" because I don't have any idea about what time is it. Does time really matter? Does it even exist? I think that time didn't stop yet because I feel it. I feel the time. I feel it every time I go straight to darkness, just as I do every time, I feel it flowing around me. Memories. If memories still exist in my head, time is still here. And it's scaring me. Time, time, time. It's something strange about that word. Didn't I just create it? Did word time really exist before? I think. But I'm not sure. My head does a lot of weird things lately, so.
Yeah, It's kind of alone here. Darkness isn't friendly, to be honest. It does say lots of words I don't understand, it is whispering them to me, but I have no idea what they mean. And it's there again. The fountain. Fountain of tears. It was here every time. I don't know who created it, but it had to be someone evil. Because every tear is screaming for help, every tear wants to escape the words of another tear, it's driving them insane. There are some tears of mine too. I feel sorry for them, I left them there with another tears. But I no longer go to the fountain to leave tears there, because I no longer have any tears in my body. I go there to look at the tears, and how they suffer, making me forget my feelings. I sometimes try to be a tear. I try to imagine being in the fountain with other tears, screaming for help with them. It's kind of calming, I don't know how. How could be suffering calming? I don't know. I don't know! I don't know anything!! I no longer belong to my bodyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Asakckvfdskjfhdskfgdskjfgkedgfdesgjsgfvkdfbvxcbbgfdkjgkjdsfkjdgdsfjdfbdbcfdsjkfkjjfgdsfjfjkgfjdfgjdfgvjkdsgjfgjdfjdddskfofkodkfhrgkhrfgkjhrfgkjfdbgfkdjghkfdjghkjfdhgkjfdhgkfdhgdkjfhgkdfhgjkdfhgjkfdhgdfhgfdhkgfdhhgfdjhgfdhkjdgdgkkfdgfdkgbfdkgkfdhgkfdhkfdhgkjdssdkjfgdskjfhdskhfdskjgfkjdsgfjkdsgfkjdsgfkdsjgfjkdsgfjkdsgfkjdsgfjkdsgfjgdsfkjdsgfkjdsgfkjdsgfkjdsgfkdsgfdjskgkfdsgfjkdsgfjkdsgfkdsgfdskjfgdsjfjkdsgfjkdsgfkdsgfjdskfgjdkfgkdjfgdfkdgsjkfgdskfgdskjgfdsgkjfjkdsgfjkdsfvbjcxnmvgdfjhkjgdskgergfeksfgjdsfgdskjfgvkjdsgfueirgtieugfdsgkjfdsfkdsbkfbcdskjbgdjskfgsjkfgdskjfgdskufgdkjgcxkbgkfdjsbgfjkdsgfjkdsgfkjdsgfbcvmxnbmjkxsgfkjdsgfkjdsgfdjxcbvmnmvdxgdskjfgvjdxbcnmfgvdsjhfgdskjfvcxkbvnxdmfxjhhgfjdfgvkdjgxkjcvgbjkvbdxcdsfhbfdshjfkdsjkgshdjfgdskjghfdkjghfdkjgjkdgfkdgjfjkdgjkdsfgjdsfdksjgfdskgfjkdsgfdskjfgkdgbfjdkbjvxcvdsgfkdsjfgkdsfgdskjfgvdxbvxcmnbgdfjksgfkjdsgfkdsbvncmxbvxcmbfgkjdsgfkdjsvcbxbvxmncfhkdsjfhjdskbfcvxmnbvfkjdshgfkjdsfgjkdsfvkdgbcxkbfnkdshbfkdjsgkjfgskjfgdkgfdskjfgkdsjgfsjxbvncxmfgjksdfgbdvxcbbcbvxcbbgfdkjgkjdsfkjdgdsfjdfbdbcfdsjkfkjjfgdsfjfjkgfjdfgjdfgvjkdsgjfgjdfjdd dskfofkodkfhrgkhrfgkjhrfgkjfdbgfkdjghkfdjghkjfdhgkjfdhgkfdhgdkjfhgkdfhgjkdfhgjkfdhgdfhgfdhkgfdhhgfdjhgfdhkjdgdgkkfdgfdkgbfdkgkfdhgkfdhkfdhgkjdssdkjfgdskjfhdskhfdskjgfkjdsgfjkdsgfkjdsgfkdsjgfjkdsgfjkdsgfkjdsgfjkdsgfjgdsfkjdsgfkjdsgfkjdsgfkjdsgfkdsgfdjskgkfdsgfjkdsgfjkdsgfkdsgfdskjfgdsjfjkdsgfjkdsgfkdsgfjdskfgjdkfgkdjfgdfkdgsjkfgdskfgdskjgfdsgkjfjkdsgfjkdsfvbjcxnmvgdfjhkjgdskgergfeksfgjdsfgdskjfgvkjdsgfueirgtieugfdsgkjfdsfkdsbkfbcdskjbgdjskfgsjkfgdskjfgdskufgdkjgcxkbgkfdjsbgfjkdsgfjkdsgfkjdsgfbcvmxnbmjkxsgfkjdsgfkjdsgfdjxcbvmnmvdxgdskjfgvjdxbcnmfgvdsjhfgdskjfvcxkbvnxdmfxjhhgfjdfgvkdjgxkjcvgbjkvbdxcdsfhbfdshjfkdsjkgshdjfgdskjghfdkjghfdkjgjkdgfkdgjfjkdgjkdsfgjdsfdksjgfdskgfjkdsgfdskjfgkdgbfjdkbjvxcvdsgfkdsjfgkdsfgdskjfgvdxbvxcmnbgdfjksgfkjdsgfkdsbvncmxbvxcmbfgkjdsgfkdjsvcbxbvxmncfhkdsjfhjdskbfcvxmnbvfkjdshgfkjdsfgjkdsfvkdgbcxkbfnkdshbfkdjsgkjfgskjfgdkgfdskjfgkdsjgfsjxbvncxmfgjksdfgbdvxcbbc
HELP ME PLEASE
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LET MY SOUL FREE ALREADY
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JUST KILL ME, END IT, PLEASE, JUST END IT ALREADY
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Pale moon glow was shining on the fountain. There was nothing strange to look at. Just the fountain.
Nothing
Wrong.
YOU ARE READING
The fountain.
Mystery / Thrillertales a mess TW: horror, death, self harm, unsettling themes
