I went through a suffocating, oppressive, devastating, and bloody marriage. Some parts of this story are adapted from my own experiences.
The real, the ideal, the distorted... all kinds of different marriages.
Before the marriage even began, hatred had already started to grow. I used to not believe in depression, but now... I do.
I'm still lost, still confused. People shouldn't be this way, and the world shouldn't be this way either. If this is how things are meant to be, then why not cast off every shackle and sink into the abyss?
