I... fuck man...
It’s been three days and I’m still haunted by this. I wake up with the feeling of impending doom pressing at the back of my skull. My thoughts spiral whenever I don’t keep my mind completely occupied. My heart shatters again and again every time I remember their faces. How am I supposed to end this?
You guys crafted an alluring Pandora’s box for me to open. Something unique, passionate, queer. But no Hope was waiting for me inside.
And I'm not sure if I love you or if I curse you for that.