Fuck I saw this picture scrolling through. I stopped momentarily only to realize I wasn't breathing and kept going. Inception. The tiniest idea left to my own devices. So begins the spiraling: Pictures from 2015 holding people that don't exist anymore. Playlists. Messages. Posts. Videos. Utter regret. Lately it feels like my walls are crumbling. … Continue reading Day 334
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