Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.

I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.

Women get consumed. Not surprising, considering the sheer amount of traffic a woman's body experiences. Tampons and speculums. Cocks, fingers, vibrators and more, between the legs, from behind, in the mouth.

I'd come to believe there was no food more depressing than Danish, a pastry that seemed stale upon arrival

I was not a lovable child, and I'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs.

There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.