rewind this weekend please
Blackout Poetry →
I thought only crazy junkies had this problem!
This last week has been hard. It feels like I’m left out and bound for no fun. I get to sit here and think about what’s going on there. Why can’t I just return to the comfortable and known. Where people know me, get me, tease me, sit on me and wiggle around, dance party with me…the place where I feel loved. I hate knowing that the whole process of having to meet people is...