I hate it when people ask “what do you read for?” like bestie reading’s been my coping mechanism since I was seven
When I was little, the darkness was scary. It was huge and unknown, and empty. But when I looked at it, it stared back at me. Not something in the darkness but the darkness itself. When I was seven I couldn’t look at the ocean at night. I was a fearless child, but just seeing that blackness made me tremble and I knew not why. Recently I went to see the ocean again. I saw waves hitting the shore and then —nothingness. I looked into it but found a different kind of emptiness. I found that it had no invisible eyes, that the darkness doesn’t scare me anymore. But something left me with this fear. There was more comfort in the darkness when I was a child, too.