One constantly tries and tells oneself reassuring things about their life, as a means of continuing it in spite of the inexorable tragedy of it all. But does one ever truly consider the possibility that one might simply be an evil wanker?
One constantly tries and tells oneself reassuring things about their life, as a means of continuing it in spite of the inexorable tragedy of it all. But does one ever truly consider the possibility that one might simply be an evil wanker?
