When I can see I don't really want to die. But at times I start considering this as an option.
Everything I do goes wrong. Sometimes I really get tired of this.
I lack sexual life. I often think about young women that are living their lives to the fullest. Also being sexually active and enjoying their bodies. What I wouldn't do or give to have that...
Fucking Monday is on its way. Every minute I work I feel discomfort. And I'm talking about physical discomfort.
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