this masquerade

Excuse me, I’m here to unload that new shipment of barbiturates…



You hold you back, not me. You’re the one who always quits everything. You’re always frightened that you’re not good enough. Ballet, cheerleading, the flute, business school, your own wedding. You’ve got a great job you’re good at, so why is the grass suddenly greener? You have a good life. I’m proud of you.. why aren’t you proud of yourself?


You don’t think attempted suicide is something to joke about?

You don’t think attempted suicide is something to joke about?