Sep 17
I never should have come.
The air is cold in this place, that time of year again. The social mores specific to the site make desire mix with disgust, and burn more like a rash than a bonfire.
Or maybe it’s just the time of year that does that. The worst cannot-unsee may be the naked photos of a friend I used to crush on. Or several friends. No, I don’t mean you. It’s gotten cold again. I don’t like how this time of year makes me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.
Two or three friends on suicide watch now. Maybe I’m the only one watching. I can’t save anyone anymore.
I’m just. So. Cold.
