Solo Armageddon

Well it’s dark and quiet and lonely and feels close to something really bad. I’m tired of hearing my own thoughts and my own repetition and my own desperation. I even dream in nightmares because of the antidepressants I take. I never had real love just stuff I made up in my head that faded with the dawn. Now I’m old and tired and physically damaged and mentally done. I wish I could help you but in the entire catalogue of my corpse strewn memory there ain’t one place I want to go back to. But where’s Jesus of Buddha or anybody with a glow. At my feet there is no floor - straight to hell I fall.... thing is I don’t believe in Satan, just relentless hardened existence. Help!!!!!

I am really very sorry that you are having a very difficult night.
I am here if you need support

i am great at making men happy, chat me to lift your heart up

Okay I could use a big lift - you look beautiful 😊 Anyway I could use a good friend sitting here in the quiet darkness. I have to warn you I’ve been around for a long time and I’m very experienced at creating my little prison. I’ve often been told that I need to get out more but I didn’t so here I am and thanks for caring 😇😇😇

I’m very disillusioned and afraid. I’m in some physical pain lately and it just increases the carnage on the battlefield. I know I sound terrifically solemn but I’m really not. I’m just intelligent enough to recognize the inequity of some situations and the realization that you’re horribly alone. I guess I never caught a break in the important areas - I can’t breathe..... thanks