I fantasize being held at gun point and asked what my last words would be. Even though I know I’d be crapping myself, in this fantasy I just tell them to do it, get it over with. I’m exhausted of existing.
I fantasize being held at gun point and asked what my last words would be. Even though I know I’d be crapping myself, in this fantasy I just tell them to do it, get it over with. I’m exhausted of existing.