Chapter One: When we were us

TW// Self harm, suicide, and alcoholism

It's like living in a place you aren't sure you can call your home, living in a house that's really not a place you'd feel comfortable calling home, without safety, you're anxious and there's nothing holding you up anymore, you fall so hard into never ending sadness and you fall numb. There is just something missing and you feel the urge to find it, even if you hurt those you call home to bring that piece to them.

Written and edited with @Oceantail
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