I don’t want more sex. I don’t want more despair.
Nothing seems cute or glamorous anymore.
As of today, the weed vapes are gone.
My life is also gone. My marriage is also gone.
I think I’ll be going to Chicago next in a few days, and I’m praying that I can start to rebuild.
I feel so profoundly empty inside, and it’s hard for me to imagine being at some next phase of my life that feels good, …