You should’ve seen the face you made as I peeled off your face and ate it. -Venom.
My husband is an OTR trucker, gone about three weeks a month. I give him my dirty underwear for those long lonely nights. He brings them home crusty, in a bag.
Everyday I feel more and more severely depressed at the fact that I have failed to kill myself several times i just want to be happy and forget about everything I keep repeating my destructive desires one more painful lesson and I will just end it
