DAY #209
There is no space left in these pages. I want to live. I want to die. I want to breathe. I want to drown. Why does my mind constantly contradict itself? Do you know? If you could tell me, would you?
There is no space left in these pages. I want to live. I want to die. I want to breathe. I want to drown. Why does my mind constantly contradict itself? Do you know? If you could tell me, would you?