Among the dead.

Among the dead.

“To be loved, feelings must be rationed. To love, the doors of hysteria, fantasy, and madness may be flung open.”
― Anton LaVey

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I can’t do this anymore. I just fucking cant. I wish this was over.

I called the suicide hot line twice.

I hung up twice because I’m scared. I’m so anxious I can’t even speak to a real person.

Old habits die hard when it comes to slicing my arm open I guess.

I want to kill myself

tongue-toyed:

i never really liked

my name

much

until i found out

what it tastes like

when you write it in frosting

on top of a cake

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