Mentâl illñēßß ran rampant in my school and my entire hometown. Whether it was diagnosed or remained undetectable, it was still never taken seriously. They cared about grades and performance, not our well-being. M6BLØÒD boilS at this thought(fact). It was the case with my father, who died when I was six.
death. hell.
It rained the day of his funeral… I suppose I’ve always found more comfort in the fog and mist than in the rain.
The Horrors of 7th Heaven 