Torture.
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Thread Topic: Torture.
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The pressure. The anxiety. The iron bars that hold me back. They are cold, these iron bars. These daily duties that drive me insane can continue no longer. My mind will explode soon if I do not break. Another breakdown is inevitable. I will succumb to the darkness once again. Falling. I am falling into the traps of the dull room. The plain walls that must come down. "Three more years," I whisper to myself. "Three years is three too many. Three more years of torture, pain, and sorrow." These three years will not pass. These numbers that mean nothing to me and everything to everyone else will not rise at my command. Those iron bars keep me here. I shall rot here. This is inevitable.
This is completely bad but it was more of a rant.
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