It's been over a decade since the last time I sounded, to be fair. I dunno if I could still do it.

I've done this. It didn't stop there, but I've done this.

The idea of having absolute control like that mixed with the face draining of hope. Ugh. It's just... That emptiness that comes with giving up is hhhhhhhh.

I had almost forgotten there was a world outside.

If that was the case, having the bathroom door along the length of the room instead of at the end of it might give me a chance to escape if that something materialized at the far end of the room.

Then I realized how silly the thought was.

But then I realized that I wasn't afraid of a tangible threat. I was afraid of an intangible something that could potentially materialize and target me very suddenly. -2

Fucking cackling lmao