"I poured the sea into the bathtub and learned about love."

TW: Blood, drug use.

College years are supposed to be something magical,

a new beginning, new faces, possibilities,

But for some people, it's just an excuse to repeat the same cycle again and again while their life collapses around them.

Just as that girl who sits alone at the bus station.

She never says her real name, only her surname.

Weird girl, smells weird, acts weird, people... tolerate her.

Her life is filled with melancholy, maybe even too dramatic stuff.

Note:

Light angst by my standards.

Use a proxy.

WIR SIND IN LIDL

We Don't Here