One thing I spend far too much time pondering is women. Specifically how will I ever find one to love that can return love? Is it even deserved? Shitting on any one that had previous hopes.
No woman will ever hurt me in that regard ever again. No matter how many walls, how many mistakes, how much douche-bag criteria I can garner.
Manic mode off, depressive mess on.
Now I’m just stuck at Long Lake Park, aka the suicidal fantasy destination zone.
I WILL make it through the night. Out of this place alive. Out of this head safe.