When I woke up, I couldn't feel my arms. They felt as if they weren't my own. . I don't remember if I really slept at all. I might have been out building walls. . How can I stand and hold up thi
This space is tight, I'm running out of air. And for the moment, you all can fit. This frenzied state has almost finished me. And I won't bide my time to see it blow. . Driving now against the fl
Tuesday came and I feigned happy. I'm so lonely here. This thing between my lungs is making me so tired. It's bleeding me. . You know me, and how I hate this. We've said enough for now. Althoug