Literature
KARYME'S HOME I - Ch. 1 - Creepy tales
I’ve lost count of how much time I’ve been here, stuck, trapped. A month, two months, a year... My grasp on reality has disappeared completely. I can certainly tell that my memory has been playing with me a lot. I’ve got so much lucidity regarding some aspects of my life, and yet so many holes regarding others. I don’t feel like I’m crazy. I rather feel... disorientated.
Honestly it surprises me that I’m capable of even writing. I had assumed long ago I wouldn’t be able to, but it seems I was wrong. Though I doubt it will be of any use to put my memories here. Is anyone going to read it? Once in a wh