yesterday when i walked into the bookstore i felt like all of these stories were calling to me at once like they werr begging for an occupation in my kind i hate that anxious feeling thats pries at my brain its like an unexplainable physical feeling, the desire to pick up the story and become one with it, its so powerful that i hav to hide in the store and makw physical distance with it, im not surr if i im insane or if thered any way for me to know. Im tired of spiritual entities from other universes just randomly dropping in, its scary. 🧠⚰️












