Blank. Why am I always blank? No thought. No emotion. Just there. Breathing. Observing. Learning. But rarely interacting. Am I the problem? Is my private nature preventing me from building connections? Are my constant suspicions blocking my ability to trust? Does my desire to please and satisfy make me seem to willing or desperate? Is my constant need for confirmation and reassurance that everything is okay, annoying and bothersome?
How do I control all of this?
Why am I so lost?
How have I become so confused and helpless?
CZYTASZ
Forever Free
Krótkie OpowiadaniaThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
