I often think I'm over loneliness.
I got a new job. I live with new people. I talk to my mom.
I sit down in a chair to file my nails and the leather touches my skin and I'm sick.
Something about the leather on my skin makes my head spin and I can't hold my eyes open.
It's profound and all consuming and then it passes.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
I often think I'm over loneliness.
I got a new job. I live with new people. I talk to my mom.
I sit down in a chair to file my nails and the leather touches my skin and I'm sick.
Something about the leather on my skin makes my head spin and I can't hold my eyes open.
It's profound and all consuming and then it passes.
