Something i wrote a few weeks ago :)

When i was 13 i thought that going down the rabbit hole was something that would help me find satisfaction in something. I don't even know what i was trying to seek, comfort among a thing so much bigger than me is my assumption. when i look back on that 13 year old girl, i wish that i could take away how naive she once thought. Obviously, that wish didn't come in the slightest. What i am feeling now is something that doesn't even seem like me, but it took 3 years to realize this isn't m, it's a monster in my head that wants me dead.