I have spent the day upstairs, alone, isolated, racked with hate, sorrow and fear. The world around me spun as I remembered events with her- call me fucking sentimental. Every so often a new wave of awfulness would come over me and I would be racked with the feelings that I feel o’so regularly I … Continue reading Now isn’t so soon
The fateful wordpress logo stares at me, I stare back at it. I started this blog when I was still talking to her, the worst was yet to come. Now many blog posts later and she isn't here, the room is cold, the world is cold. Time tick and ticks for me, the clocks beat … Continue reading Burnout
The cold. The warmth. The squealing. The screaming. Thoughts, strange and potentially not right. Tits. And. Asses. Images. Undoubtedly. Pleasurable. There's no doubt. About any of it. Especially. The tits and ass. Because their so fucking good.