Chapter 59 Hardcore Regrets

• Crescent moons make me sick and fucking nostalgic. Because they bring back painful memories.
• Staring at the glistering crescent moon out the window bar, I feel all my pent-up agony and misery resurfacing.
• Every bit of scars and aches that I try so hard to conceal every day was forcing its way up right now. Forcing me down memory lane. Making me revisit every agonizing event that turned me into such a mess.