And then I started partying.
I started partying every weekend when my mum got sick and I flew away.
I started partying every weekend looking for a place to belong, chasing the high, creating illussions of freedom.
I was feeling love or something like it. The dancefloor was my home or at least a self defense mechanism.
And then I collapsed.
I stopped partying every weekend cuz i couldn’t tell anymore if it was the comedown or just depression.
I stopped partying every weekend cuz I think there is no community – just an endless search for daddies or mommies.
A circle jerk of incest porn.
Blogged here https://synoptichorror.wordpress.com/2019/11/11/walking-with-dead/