trying to edit the most hurtful chapter i ever wrote in a story has me sat staring at my laptop like the world has stopped spinning. like what do you mean 19 year old me just... felt like that?
cue me putting on sleep token so i have familiar background music to keep me from losing my shit at how true this shit still rings and the first song that plays on shuffle is gethsemane.
fucking gethsemane. when i'm already fighting fucking demons.
what is life
gethsemane.


















