Another perfect crime
in the pantomime that is my life. But the show must go on, right? So now I have a decent job, an ok place to live
but I'm still alone.
Date me, don't date me. Love me, don't love me. What do I care? And the answer is. I don't.
i can't care anymore
this is it
the last try.
I've said that before, I know. but this time it feels real. Feels like I should just never hope again. I'm 37. Old. Dried up. Who wants what I am?
Nobody.
I give up.
Can't try. Anymore.
