Diary — Primeshots _best_

The pages are smudged with gun oil and sweat. Tomorrow, I'll load one live round. Not to fire. Just to know the difference between a primer that sparks and a heart that still can.

If you're reading this, I finally pulled the trigger. Not on myself. On the ghost. diary primeshots

The primers are gone. Not the ones in the gun—those I keep polished, a ritual for my sanity. I mean the ones in my head. The first shots. The pages are smudged with gun oil and sweat

The Cartridge Diary