(submitted by: @Anonymous)
There’s nothing wrong with being very sad sometimes. Lots of beautiful music is played that way, lots of beautiful words are written, and lots of needy little cunts are rubbed furiously until the sad is swallowed up by the desperation and turned into a coldly burning tendril that tickles its way up through their tummies and wraps tightly around their hearts.
So of course you can’t stop.
I’m inside you now.
Growing.