Synopsis
The days pass by so quickly, it's been getting more and more difficult to keep track of things. It's okay, though. Things used to be much more... rough.
I still haven't gotten used to this feeling, but I'm happy I finally get to feel it. What feeling, you ask? Oh, sorry, it's nothing. I'm just getting lost in thought.There are things I like remembering, and things I'd like to forget. Regardless, bad things have to happen sometimes, and there isn't much that can be done to prevent that.
Still, there's much I have yet to tell you. Let's start from the beginning.
CONTENT WARNING:self harm, graphic depictions of abuse, many forms of trauma.
don't worry, this'll be more than just meaningless pain. not that pain inherently has meaning, but even the lack of such meaning offers much for us to learn.
1-2 chapters per week. (with new art every 4 or so chapters!)
reviews are more than welcome! even negative ones!
all art is done by me.
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Table of Contents
- 11. Dirty floor, dirty hands. Nothing coffee won't fix.2024-11-13
- 22. Don't call me sir.2024-11-13
- 33. huh?2024-11-13
- 44. There is nothing like the smell of rotten milk.2024-11-13
- 55. Negative space.2024-11-13
- 66. A liquid colored like the devil itself.2024-11-13
- 77. A much needed visit.2024-11-13
- 88. Readings of a bleak future.2024-11-13
- 99. warmth.2024-11-13
- 1010. Dirty hands.2024-11-15
- 1111. Queasy.2024-11-20