Going to my old place of work and spreading blatantly untrue rumours about me is actually crazy lmao
If I died right now, would my soul haunt this house? Or would it just rot with my body when I’m put into the ground? It’s all I think about. It fucking freaks me out. I think I’m meant to live and die here, and there’s no way out.
The same old song and dance gets to a point where you’re just left with blisters on your feet and sores in your throat.






