There she lay, on a tattered carpet, foaming at her mouth. I think it was Xanax, whiskey and codeine this time; but honestly, I was too tired to give a fuck. Everything bored me: the ‘please don’t leave me’ speech after every fuck up, the revolting, pathetic aspect of her semi-charmed life; the moments of…
How Someone Controls Someone Else with the Suicide Attempts
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Life, the Obstacle Course 