Have you ever drank gasoline and tried to light yourself on fire?

I may have an anxiety problem.

Hearts aren't knife holders but mine has made a pretty good one.

Tears are breaths in a day and smiles are lucky pennies.

Crying is like a hobby.

I've gotten so good.

I can cry without anyone hearing, or seeing, or caring.


I just get thoughts sometimes that stick in my eyes and my heart and just sit there and if I let them they get

heavier

and

heavier,

your heart can get really heavy.

I don't think I work right...

There is a table of heart shaped clocks in front of me
but they don't tick right.

And if I can just fix them.

If they can tick at the same time maybe mine will too.

But when I start fix one, another breaks and one falls and shatters and...

maybe I'm just not good fixing things.

Even if I tell myself I am.