I think I’m really screwed up. Yesterday I saw a dead deer on the side of the road so I stopped, dug a hole, and burried it. Then I cried for half an hour. I still can’t figure out why I did that, maybe it’s all the drugs I’ve been taking.
I think I’m really screwed up. Yesterday I saw a dead deer on the side of the road so I stopped, dug a hole, and burried it. Then I cried for half an hour. I still can’t figure out why I did that, maybe it’s all the drugs I’ve been taking.