Post Ritual Depression Is Setting In I Think. Still Feels Like A Dream, Like It Didn’t Actually Happen. Or Like I Was Only There For A Moment And Then Back In My Truck Heading Home…Kinda Like Zoning Out While Driving And Knowing That You Drove X Amount Of Time, But Not Actually Remembering Doing So. Not Sure If Reading Stories On Tumblr Is Helping Or Making It Worse…Feels Like It’s Doing Both. I Feel Like A Hug From Papa Would Make Everything Better, But I Know That’s Something I Can’t Have. A Person Can Dream Though Right?














