They had their life and judging my life… hahah!!! It’s kinda stupid? But… they’ve lived longer than me… or is it ghost? Or is my mind so divided it’s telling me to do things blaming ghosts?

If I show anything else… I’m either told that god loves me, or I’m going through ‘death week’… when in actually, I’m leaving at 30…

Not a healthy mindset, I know, but what else is there for me to do?

But I am just stupid… so 🤷‍♂️ could be another OC fanfic story nobody would look into. Which is fine with me, I can’t control what you wanna see so something like this may be too much… or we live in a period where reading is unnatural

I’ve written some decently serious topics before, but this story… it’s not 100% accurate, but is based on personal experiences

This story deals with depression, addiction, loss and anxiety… but suppose to be shown in a more silly way because “you” are experiencing these things to characters you’ve just met… and it’s your choice to help or disregard them

If they could mark me, that would be the most.. MOST… romantic thing to me. Strange, creepy, weirdo… yes. But marks help me remember, just as notes on my phone help me remember too