Deleted member 18655
Enlightened
- Jun 4, 2020
- 1,422
I dread Sundays all week and hate them when they finally arrive. There's too much in a Sunday: sexual trauma, good and bad memories, love and hate, torture, pleasure, longing, hope, despair, life, death, family, abandonment I can't take it! I try to sleep the day away every week but it's just a living nightmare when I am awake. I fill the time with various ways of hurting myself to not think about everything.
It's no life. I hope there aren't many more Sundays I have to go through before my bus comes!
It's no life. I hope there aren't many more Sundays I have to go through before my bus comes!
