Are we three weeks, months or years out?
If you don't need me, can I go back to sleep?
Knowing who I am, and not being able to tell a soul, frustrating is a great word. When you can't express what you know, frustrating.
Two years this month I've known who I am. Nothing has changed, except the World for the worst.
Give me a sign that you still need me, otherwise, I'm signing off, VOAT is down, Twitter too for me. No way to spread the word.
Family is coming apart at the seams. Things aren't as happy as I'd like them to be.