I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
It’s starting to really hit me. I’m feeling so lonely. Even in your company I feel lonely. Why do I always feel like this? I’m realizing that I should’ve appreciated your time. Our time. I miss you. I hate not being able to sleep with another body in my bed. I can’t stand thinking of the past and…
Enter the Pose Competition :)