Time for another night of torture. Days are spent either sleeping or in a state of torpor, in bed, listening to white noise. Nights are spent staring into my phone, wide-awake, intermittently raging over this or that thing and dreading the future.
I've said this before, but I feel like I'm in a glitched out video game level - imagine one with a definitive beginning and end, as Super Mario - that can't end, and I'm destiend to suffer in this state for all freaking eternity.
I've said this before, but I feel like I'm in a glitched out video game level - imagine one with a definitive beginning and end, as Super Mario - that can't end, and I'm destiend to suffer in this state for all freaking eternity.
