I'm lonely. I can keep myself busy enough during the day but at night when it is time to settle down, thoughts of her. Except her doesn't exist anymore. The person I love is nothing but an afterimage. Her voice nothing but echoes. The memory of what is was like to hold her is fading. And I have nothing. I am nothing. Just a sad story. A cautionary tale.
>>18627062
Stop being edgy and explain if you want any real advice faggot