You could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I’d apologize for bleeding on your shirt.
who wants to give up on society and go live in a treehouse with me
I think a lot about killing myself. Not like a point on a map, but rather like a glowing exit sign at a show that’s never been quite bad enough to make me want to leave.
i’m that kind of person who between two choices always pick the wrong one