Sleep in the Bath.

[catatonicia]

I'm still not quite over watching words bleed out of the walls, terrified for both of us, despite the fact that I escaped that dream well over thirteen hours ago. I keep hearing random cries for help as sentences threaten to pull him under and the sense of helpless hopelessness that threatens to overwhelm me like those words. I have a feeling I'm

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[anonymous]

gold spray paint.

[catatonicia]

Silver, because they thought gold was too tacky. I'm curious to see if his friend still has the balls to try and talk to me after I railed. The mother of one of the guys was the one giving them the meds, knowing full well what they intended to do with them. She thought it was funny. How fucked up?