“To be loved, feelings must be rationed. To love, the doors of hysteria, fantasy, and madness may be flung open.”
― Anton LaVey
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 never really liked
until i found out
what it tastes like
when you write it in frosting
on top of a cake