- Last Record: 2013-03-06 16:31:46 +0100
- Joined: Sep 06, 2011
Here I am. Again. Two suicide attempts, several years, and multiple breakdowns later, where I am is..here. Again. This time here is somewhere else. Where I am waiting. Waiting. Waiting for a man (a boy) to come over and distract me from myself. A man (a boy) to make me feel warm for an hour (but leave me colder than before). A man (a boy) who I’ve lured to my apartment with the proposition of sex. Sex to be held. Sex to feel loved. Here I am. Depressed. Alone. Dramatic and self deprecating. Again.