It's knocking on my door.
The Sorrow. The Darkness.
That's why I'm not in bed right now.
What do I say?
It's probably got something to do with my porn addiction.
I haven't been clean for even a day since I've been home. I'm not proud of it.
That's it. That's all I feel the need to say right now.
I want a hug. I want a hug and I don't want to let go until my arms lose feeling. My head against someone else's.
I need life. I need God. I need to believe in myself.
