died as I lived: uncomfortable
INTJ
every night at 4 am I stare outside my glass door to the flicking streetlight across the way thinking i'll see something standing there menacingly, staring back, but never do
INTJ
every night at 4 am I stare outside my glass door to the flicking streetlight across the way thinking i'll see something standing there menacingly, staring back, but never do
