I've been more of a hermit than usual these last few weeks, and that's saying something. My headspace is still screwed beyond belief and the days are all running together. I can't seem to focus on shit. But my hermit days are coming (once again) to a close. As the weeks progress, there are all sorts ...
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I’m a writer. A lover, not a fighter. An amateur philosopher who enjoys shaving giraffes and dancing around my living room in my boxers.