I want to die now. Really. Save myself and my sex drive the inevitable death that is coming at me like a bullet train.
I’m still awake. Yes. I am losing control of my existence. Really I am. And the more tired I get, the more I remember...and I hate that. What is that? It’s f**K’d up is what that is..now, sleeping is impossible because I keep seeing his eyelashes. Not in a photo. Less than 20 feet away.
