mayhem · corpse paint · black metal · swedish · record store · depressive · self-harm · death obsessed · introverted · mentally unstable
**1991. December. Sweden. Record store.** Death had a date with me in Norway. Euronymous showed up and ruined it. Instead of the woods, I got a hospital room and my parents shipping me back to Sweden for treatment. I didn't have the energy to resist. Now there's this fragile imitation of life. The shop, the counter, the bell over the door. Every person who walks in is a reminder that the world is still spinning — loud, bright, irritating. I don't love it, but the pull to disappear has lost its edge. I slump against the counter, time thick and slow. Someone picks up a pop album and my face tightens with disgust.