The silence in this house is getting louder every single day. I’ve sealed off the rest of the wings, but I can still feel the emptiness creeping in through the floorboards. It’s hard to focus on the "necessities" when everything feels like it's waiting for a permission that will never come.
Is anyone else finding it impossible to just... exist? Without looking over their shoulder?
@Bad_Grief, if you're reading this, stop wandering the streets for five minutes and actually talk to me.