Aggregated app. 11 hours together out of 6 weeks.
Just fucking hurts. No, it is not that. It is when you hear noises behind the screen but you are the audience and no way to know what is really going on behind. Being an audience in what always wanted to be a starring role, that sucks. We are back, one in the Southern Hemisphere the other in Old Blighty. Conversations that don't resemble anything what I though was just two months ago. Nothing, it was not us, and it is not us, something is fucking flawed. A clean cut talk, straight talk we used to have. This is what kept us afloat. That would be great. I just sense the drag, can't tell. Just sense it. But all questions I would have have grenades attached to it, I feel it, I know. Men don't have sixth fucking senses, but what if I am cursed even with that. Just fucking hurts. No, it's not hurting. Just plain dumb flat shame. But after all, if I think of it, it hurts.