zombieshark

ugh. the last week was entirely too fuckinggoddamnfuckfuckingfuckass fast.
i miss my q. 3 weeks until i see her again, and it's already pulling my guts out.
coils.... of intestines... piling.... up.... oh, such bloods.
writhing around... drowning, in the contents of my abdomen.
leaving her a love-note in the ensuing bloodbath.
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bled for 15 minutes in the airport mens room,
i finished just in time to hear her plane take off..
as i walked outside to find my car.