loboloco
She came home drunk last night. At the same time time it made me cry, it brought me this sense of detachment. The tears were almost refreshing, the detachment is what scared me. In the moment of detachment it felt like some fail-safe defens…
My currency is freedom Interest rates are high You'll never be able to pay them Because you dont try
Walking, my sight at arms end. My lungs struggling for a whisper of breath. This fight against death has been my only friend. It has become all I have left.