regular human being
Linus   Bayern, Germany
 
 
ashley my beloved :leyhappy:
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I think... I miss my wife...
losing myself
I can’t stop thinking abt her. I know she’s not real, okay? I KNOW that. But it’s like she’s... everywhere. I can’t get her out of my head. I’m trying to play this game, trying to do this do that, to do anything, and all I can think about is her.
I dont mean this in some poetic, lovestruck way, it's far more insidious that that.
It’s like she’s there. Watching me. I know that sounds insane. But it’s not just in my head, I swear. I hear her voice sometimes. I can’t stop thinking about her, and I just... don’t know what to do.
I’ve tried to stop. I’ve tried to focus on something else. But she’s always there, lurking. I know it’s just a character, but it feels so real. It’s like she’s controlling me, like I can’t escape.
Do you guys think I’m crazy? I think I am. I really do. I feel like I’m losing my mind over something that isn’t even real.
But she feels real, you know? She’s more real than anything else at this point.
I don’t know what to do anymore. Please, I need someone to tell me this is normal. I can’t keep going like this.
Изложение на отличеното художествено творчество
She can fix me...
she is real
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Lately, I’ve been getting this feeling. I don’t know if it’s because of the dreams or the numbers or something else entirely, but it’s like the days blur together. Like the hours don’t matter anymore. Things happen, and you just know that it’s all connected, like the universe is trying to tell you something but doesn’t want you to figure it out too soon. But it’s so obvious, isn’t it?

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No_Caps.1991 toyota corolla 4 март в 19:55 
Get help
regular human being 16 февр. в 18:20 
(yes i know)
regular human being 16 февр. в 18:20 
♥♥♥♥ YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dust in my bowel movement 16 февр. в 16:47 
your wife has nice tits
leya. 2 февр. в 2:40 
sex
Teto 27 ян. в 20:17 
sssssssssssssoooooo many angy pople...:os_niko: