A: The ‘Well of hEll’ is an actual place I go, much like this place. Except there I have to hide. I sneak in, peek around and leave. I’m never there very long and if I get caught, well… it wouldn’t be pretty. It tears me up when I go there… sometimes. It depends on what I find. Today was one of those days. I hate when I find things I don’t like. I shake or tremble. (Is that the same thing?)
Fuck it. I want to scream. I felt some solace in the fact that I actually didn’t think about it for a short period of time. It was the one time recently that the outside world actually helped me. The mundane bullshit and stress of that outside place actually consumed me for long enough that I completely let go. What do you think of that? At least it’s good for something.