It's all about limits, no matter how much of a free spiritual libiral me I am, or recently am, limits is what we come back to. Limits of sleepless nights, limits of how far a drunk me can push, it's weird. Like still if I'd straight up tell people about my physical desires it would be easier, but I'm never sure, neither would it be suitable for me to express that sort of behavior. Because I'd go all out, I mean I'm near the verge anyway, very fucking near, good that tonight ended how it did, apart from me going home at 4 am, hate that shit.
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