And so what are you? Just some crazy loner guy who can't stop thinking about my pussy, always looking at my pictures, reading every last god damn thing that comes out of my IP, keeps on getting knocked out, can't control your own hands and eyes anymore
Nothing cures this sense of separateness. Standing, left with nothing but the severed end of the chain. Part of you keeps wondering how to get back to everything. But you don't need to get back to everything.
