tbh my brain is so so crowded and much too loud to write out a story rn, cause all i can think about is starting therapy in a few days and wanting to be honest but being afraid that honesty will land me in a psych ward and on and on and on lol. but i would LOVE to hear a story from you <3
so, the story. last august i was sitting by the riverside with my best friend, it’s a thing we do a lot, we buy some fruit and split for a pack of cigarettes and find a bench in the shade to sit on. except that day we didn’t need the shade. i don’t really check the forecast and neither does she and the weather seemed nice enough, except it started raining and in a couple of minutes we were stuck in the thunderstorm. now, there’s nowhere to hide at that side of the river, a couple of clubs on the water maybe but they were closed, so we didn’t really have any other options than to hide under the bridge with like twenty other people. but the thing is we grew bored pretty soon and decided to just walk across the bridge, in the middle of a thunderstorm, and find a cafe to sit in. and there’s really nothing quite like the feeling of climbing old stone stairs and feeling the wind hit your face and rain get caught in your eyelashes with someone you love by your side. an even more surreal thing is seeing lightnings hit the water just a couple of meters away from you. and you just keep walking like nothing’s happening, but you have to shout everything you want to say to the person walking next to you because suddenly everything got so loud and the sky looks like it’s about to swallow you and everything around you