I think I’m tired of being alone. The whole bachelor trip was fun but it’s seriously not in my nature.
Ever since I can remember I’ve been a fella who was either a protector or a protected. I had some sort of… purpose… a role to play. Without a role I’m self destructing.
I don’t care about myself and I fear that it is an extremely dangerous condition that eventually WILL lead to me broken beyond any sort of repair...



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