It feels as if something crawled into my skull a while ago and has not died, with it's heavy, reeking corpse pressing hard down on my brain. The dizzying stench of its rot has my teeth on edge so I'm on a constant gurn and it is no fun.
I miss out on my house mate's birthday firework and am not with them at the pub because it hurts so terribly. I hate it when people die in my mind, it's so sore, for so fucking long.
I miss out on my house mate's birthday firework and am not with them at the pub because it hurts so terribly. I hate it when people die in my mind, it's so sore, for so fucking long.
