The overwelming wave of sadness when the last person you were able to text goes offline at 3AM and you're alone in your bed just thinking about what comes next.
"Goodnight"
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
The overwelming wave of sadness when the last person you were able to text goes offline at 3AM and you're alone in your bed just thinking about what comes next.
"Goodnight"
A "poem" every day.
I'm becomming sadder every day, and it starts to cost more and more. I'm tired of existing, of living like this.
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17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
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