Freddie's POV
I don't know what I've done with my life for the past few weeks. It's all a blur. The days seem to fade into each other. Most mornings I wake up having no clue what day it is. I think I've lost myself. I've lost a sense of purpose. I don't know what I'm doing here anymore. Did I come to this earth to get drunk, snort coke and have s*x? I don't think so. But I don't know what else to do. There is nothing else to do. I'll probably be completely broke soon since I'm spending all of my money on alcohol and drugs. Well, sometimes the guys I'm sleeping with pay for it.
But in the end, honestly, I don't like one night stands that much. It's just 'hi, what's your name? Wanna f**k?' and that's it. Now that I've felt what it's like to have a real connection with someone, with Roger,
