Natalia
The crackling fire sends sparks dancing into the night sky, casting a beautiful glow on the scenery unfolding all around it.
Laughter echoes in the air, blending in naturally with the sizzles and pops from the bear roast grill of the barbecue.
Wolves are known to be social animals.
We live for this kind of s**t.
It’s a night full of clinking utensils, upbeat music and risky conversations.
And I really don’t want to be here.
But I’m loosing my f*****g mind. Another second alone, and I’d swallow an entire prescription of sleeping pills.
And it still wouldn’t do enough to numb me.
Not just from the pain, after all, hardly any of it is physical, but the heartache. The f*****g heart ache.
I’ve had my fill, yet it seems I keep coming back for seconds.
My conversation with Ca
