TimeStamp:2020/07/07 11:13:34.000, Protocol:smb, Destination:

I hate that they wait for me. It’s not out of politeness or fear of disappointing. It’s that someone waiting for me is a fear of not being alone.
There’s a place I go when I want to really think, or sleep or see. If it was [+] close, I would say that it is in the left corner of my head. But it is so much