This isn't important to anyone, but myself & maybe some others... Today would be a year. And it's been about six months since I found out there wouldn't be a year. & damn it if I haven't thought about you every second of every day.
Fuck this virus. ... And fuck me. I remember when I used to be able to sleep without the need of an opiate. When I could lay down, go to bed, and NOT think. Now, I stay up all hours of the night, avoiding sleep. (You destroyed me.)
When can I start the renaissance?
Everything's been irritating me today. So, yea. Sorry if I was a dick to you.