Miffy watched from a distance as the world began to implode. Everyone watched. No one did anything.
Go away.
Miffy watched from a distance as the world began to implode. Everyone watched. No one did anything.
Miffy dies inside a little more each birthday, as existential dread spoils the cake, fun and presents.
All of miffy’s friends left her, so she decided to move.
Miffy couldn’t work out if the memory was imagined or real…
Miffy was angry. Miffy kicked the dog.
Sometimes even getting dressed in the morning felt like a chore to Miffy. So. Much. Effort.
Miffy wasn’t finding this as fun as they thought it would be. The idea always seemed to be better than the reality…
Miffy knew what came next; the endless downward slope into nothingness.
The truth is, Miffy was crying tears of joy.
Miffy is celebrating their birthday alone this year.