holy shit this place is nightmare fuel. i hate being here. whenever i’m here i feel panicked and scared and i hate myself and i’m too scared to move, too scared to leave. i freeze up.
i hate even more that i want to keep coming back here because it was my home for some time.
this place was nearly my fucking tomb. if only i’d had the the goddamn foresight to check the stanley knife wasn’t stupidly blunt.