T'is fucking with my head pretty hard. Someone goes missing, makes an obvious attempt at their life, and people just keep RT'ing without any fucking body actually contacting authorities.
You fucking sickos, RT if needed, but dont 'like' that.
Right now I feel... like every inch of my body is telling me I'm in danger...
...but there is no reason to.
Ah... poison. I feel poisoned. I need a change of pace. And soon.
Today I was taking a walk.
I could feel the soothing wind on me.
Alas, it carried a sadness. It was almost as if it was able to blow through a hole in me.