"Jack! fuckin' shattered! may not respond because his energy reserves are low. "
I feel the same. If were a lucozade bar, or a wind turbine. Then I could be constantly replenished and I’d never run out.
"I can't think of anything smart or funny to say so have a magic apple instead." but I can't shut my eyes because it won't go away. I would like a place I can call my own. I can't seem to get enough sleep.