Two people I saw every single day are missing, presumed deceased. It's such a nice euphemism, considering they would have fucking burned to death. I can't deal with this.
My lover has vanished off the face of the earth, with no warning. It's fucking up everything at work (as I never remember not to shit where I sleep), and I'm fluttering back and forth between extreme worry and livid snarling.
I want someone to come hold my hand.
My lover has vanished off the face of the earth, with no warning. It's fucking up everything at work (as I never remember not to shit where I sleep), and I'm fluttering back and forth between extreme worry and livid snarling.
I want someone to come hold my hand.
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