Is to die for someone else.
I considered writing up some detailed small novel of my story, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m sad, just like everyone else. I’m broken, but not because something broke me, more like I never functioned properly to begin with. I can’t play “the game” like everyone else can, I always lose. So it was and so it shall be, I’ve lost every hand I played up to this point and I can expect to continue to lose or fold every new one for as long as I breathe.
I wish I could die for someone else. Can you […]