Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable.

I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors... Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat... What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves? I think I know.

If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!

It is not seen as insane when a fighter, under an attack that will inevitable lead to his death, chooses to take his own life first. In fact, this act has been encouraged for centuries, and is accepted even now as an honorable reason to do the deed. How is it any different when you are under attack by your own mind?

I do not have OCD OCD OCD.

Your stockings prove your virtues. Be certain they are clean and free of tears.