In the past three years, I have attempted to tell the story countless times, but all ended in failure. With more than 100k words written in total and millions of hours clocked into conversations, I was determined to find out the truth.
Like walking into a room of mirrors, images, illusions, escalation, deception, madness bouncing between the walls of reflections, thrown into a big boiling pot. The truth continued to mock me, swelling and radiating.
Those nights were haunted by memories and illusions; the attacks at sunsets; heartaches came in waves. I was drowning, and I chose to keep drowning. I knew everything will be gone once I woke up. I squeezed my eyes shut...
Down the path of darkness, what I was searching for was searching for me. I looked into the abyss as it stared back deep into my soul. It asked me a question, and there I had my answer.
The truth is a gassy bitch.
About the Creator
Katrina Yang
Well, I'm a writer.
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