it is the cursed, lost minutes between the small light in my room going out and the moment of blissful sleep that i feel my most lonesome. it is these thick, ripe moments when i feel most like an ungrateful son, an aloof brother, a lacking friend or a painfully absent lover---it is these painful, doubting minutes when i feel crippling guilt for not being...
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thejuanupsman:
It is always strange and wonderful to read something where someone is feeling what you feel, saying what you wish you could say.

nocontrol:
i don't love any souls. i only love jelly donuts.