Feb 17, 2025
when your favorite character was once a teenage boy who woke up in his coffin after coming back to life and crawled out of his grave in a panic a boy who will always be haunted with the taste of worms in his mouth and phantom sensation of mud in his skin and broken and bloody nails and your favorite classic book is narrated by the dead protagonist who starts his own story from beyond the grave and dedicates the book "to the worm who first gnawed on the cold flesh of my corpse, i dedicate with fond remembrance these posthumous memoirs" you start to question a couple things about yourself.
