I haven't cried yet. What the fuck? I don't get it. Right now I'm still in the numb autopilot mode. My days are blazing by and I'm getting absolutely nothing done. I go to bed and lay there for hours before finally zonking out, then I wake up at noon. Lather, rinse, repeat. I've read a ...
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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.