is this depression?
I Haven’t seen myself undressed in months.. Has my penis contracted? Is it superior? Maybe I have expanded in weight? Staring at the floor, wound up in a modest ball of ferocity, I’m positive the world is over. Exquisite nectar to my lips, my only comrade is a sarcastic glass of wine. It’s a complement that kicks you in the orifice with a cleat in the morning.