... the end?
my obsession with rescuing myself from this fabricated void of desolation was obscuring and misleading me instead into a spiral which was consuming and engulfing my reality. my escape had become my prison, and i refuse to be imprisoned. but who knows? those who have been institutionalised often find themselves unable to adjust back to the real world. until the day when i once again crave to be held captive by the comfort which i've found here, goodbye.