I like it but it’s like the kind of like when you remember something fondly because you miss it but the more that you think about it, it was always ****. Kinda like how prisoners miss their old lives because they’re so much better than their current situation with its sensory deprivation and what have you but obviously their old lives were **** because that’s how they landed themselves in prison in the first place.
For me, this place is like the abusive significant other that you have a place in your heart for, and you know you should just leave yet you keep coming back for the abuse. Except now, it’s like the abuser just… left. And I keep coming back hoping to find a punch in the face just waiting for me. Log in to see images!
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