#good writing on this acc for once is instead of the nonsense i spew

[my-chemical-aromance]

my front door is like a portal. the second i step through it all the work my friends put in to make me feel better disappears. the feelings invoked by the trees, the music, the games, the creatures, replaced with dread. a pit in my stomach and a feeling of hopelessness. there’s something in my house that lake water in my hair, a new action figure and wonderful memories can’t chase away: fear. 17 years worth of pain stagnant in the air. there’s a demon in my house that makes me want nothing more than to sink into the walls and floor.