Weeping silently by myself. I have my ups and downs, like always, but each passing day is torture, and utterly, utterly meaningless. Every night I go to bed at 4am, and "wake up" at 11. I'm going slightly mad.
I don't love myself.
I can't.
Weeping silently by myself. I have my ups and downs, like always, but each passing day is torture, and utterly, utterly meaningless. Every night I go to bed at 4am, and "wake up" at 11. I'm going slightly mad.
I don't love myself.
I can't.