Love

I would love to hold someone, hug them even.

I’ve gotten a piercing by the way, not sure if I already addressed that.

I wonder when I’ll finally reach a limit to stop doing anything, rot alone, then finally do something.

I feel kind of selfish, selfish of regretting my life. I wanna die? How is that, how is that I have a lesser than horrible life but it’s all I’ve ever solaced.