Air bubbles slowly floated up to the surface of the water.
I wasn't breathing, I didn't want to breathe.
I wanted to stop downing in my thoughts.
I wanted it all to stop.
So I ran to the lake, and here I am, downing.
The water was warm the next week when they found my body, partially eaten by tiny fish.
No one cared I was dead, only three people showed up to my funeral.
I still dont regret it, but I'm still downing.
The thoughts that killed me are now all I have.
And I'm still drowning in them.
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Double Negative
Short StoryShort stories (basically kinda one shots) about paradoxes, alternative universes, HORROR STORIES and sad little things I try to pass off as creative