Репост из: ODISLY.
(much obliged for allaying the desolation by pinch-hitting this get-the-hint to your megacorp aqueduct.)
MAY, 23 at 10.00 GMT+7.
"... do i have a right to be jubilant? rescuing scratchs, charlatan chortle necessarily billets to my prestige."
i chat to myself in the mirror, examine myself, apply cosmetics, and groom myself. trying to forget what had happened, intense sadness, and the longing for the spirit of life were all gone over time. i have to hold back the emotions by myself since i don't want anyone else to hear my sobs. i'm lonely and need someone to tell me stories. i vented in a letter, then i sold it, read the guidelines i wrote, and see my treasured triumph—gotten t.me/sobbs.
MAY, 23 at 10.00 GMT+7.
"... do i have a right to be jubilant? rescuing scratchs, charlatan chortle necessarily billets to my prestige."
i chat to myself in the mirror, examine myself, apply cosmetics, and groom myself. trying to forget what had happened, intense sadness, and the longing for the spirit of life were all gone over time. i have to hold back the emotions by myself since i don't want anyone else to hear my sobs. i'm lonely and need someone to tell me stories. i vented in a letter, then i sold it, read the guidelines i wrote, and see my treasured triumph—gotten t.me/sobbs.