Let's be real here, my inner monologue is a total train wreck. I swear, sometimes it feels like I'm losing my mind. Like, who needs enemies when you have your own brain?. I'm telling you, a therapist would be like a life raft in this storm. Journaling might help But seriously, a therapist sounds amazing/totally necessary/like the best idea ever

Dive deep into a world where shadows dance with the blinding lights. Within these concrete arteries whispers tales of sin, each alleyway a stage for savage encounters. Whispers echo with the promise of pleasure, but beneath the shimmering facade, death waits. Innocence is a myth This city Holds the mirror for the darkest desires Blood and neon