How do you handle the isolation Sam? I don't know what I feel anymore, if I'm crazy for love or something. Is there even such a thing as love? I only know that this isn't enough, but nothing satisfies the lust.
What I'm trying to say is you should write a full length trip into hell. Not a CYOA, just fucking take me with you for a few hours so I don't have to feel like I'm locked in a burning house. I'd pay cash for an ebook. No need to print shit. Just bust that sucker out.