Yesterday I came home, slammed the door like a mother fucker, like extremely fookin loud, and my wife was in the sofa, didn't budge a millimeter. I was like holy shit is she dead? Could feel that nasty feeling of thinking she appears to be although it doesn't make sense. I was staring her down waiting to see breathing. Nothing
Really freaked me the fuck out. Then I went real close to feel her breath and it turned out she was alive. But one day one of us is going to find the other one dead and cold.
Think about that.
Really freaked me the fuck out. Then I went real close to feel her breath and it turned out she was alive. But one day one of us is going to find the other one dead and cold.
Think about that.
