1. Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever


    Date: 6/4/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: PolishCock, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

    night, my dream would be nothing but an endless expansion of darkness, in which I would hover aimlessly until waking up. The only variance from the darkness was a single speck of light in the distance, a twinkling star almost completely out of sight, then I would wake up to find the girl beside me. As I said before, she was the light of my life, a light I desperately needed. In fact, she was the only reason why I was still alive. Being able to wake up and see her each morning, even if for less than a minute, she supplied me with enough will power to endure the life I didn’t want. I had been depressed for half a decade, even suicidal, completely in contrast to the comfortable middle-class life I lived in my hometown in Maine. I thought back to the countless antidepressants, forced therapy lessons, thoughts of longing to just die. Some people can’t figure out why teenagers in high school are suicidal. “What do they have to be depressed about? This is the best time of their life!” They would literally be so stupid that they would honestly say that. They only say that because everything happened the way they wanted to. They were popular, had high grades so that no one was ever hounding them about their future, and colleges would accept them no matter what. Either that, or they were just so delusional that they would try to project their dreams of high school onto the next generation to make up for their own miserable experiences. There are people starving all over the world, ...
    people suffering… it’s a mystery to people like me why they just don’t kill themselves as well. It is the only question I will leave behind; how do they have lives that make my horrors look pathetic, but they have the will to live that I lack? I don’t give a shit either way. I may not have suffered as much as people in Africa or other hellholes like that, but I have stared into the darkness of the Void. My suffering has been in my own mind, where it hurts the most. I have felt the bite of a blade to try and cancel out my inner pain with outer pain. I have felt my sanity ripped away by years of sadness. Perhaps that was the hardest part, being depressed without having a reason, that mixture of guilt for knowing that you should consider yourself lucky but the inability to do so, and the feeling of helplessness from the knowledge that it meant that nothing could change how you felt, and that if you would wish for death in a comfortable life, then you would wish for death no matter what. My eyes have changed over the years, making it so that I do not see the light at the end of the tunnel. Instead, I see into the darkness and see the world for what it really is. But I have her, I’ll always have her, and the day she disappears is the day I lose that final reason not to end it all. She wasn’t here this time, but I didn’t really expect her to. I had passed out from a seizure, not woken up in the morning. I looked around and found the remote to call for help. ‘Why the hell do people in ...
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