Category: T.R. Richmond

It had been a month before then that I’d sat on the bathroom floor and now it was back, the feeling that I was watching life through a thick pane of glass and that, whatever was out there, I wasn’t designed for it.

It had been a month before then that I’d sat on the bathroom floor and now it was back, the feeling that I was watching life through a thick pane of glass and that, whatever was out there, I wasn’t designed for it.