I've got a heart so full of hate I'm afraid it's one day going to burst, making my mom sad and traumatizing those who bore witness to my little heart going out. Everybody's grandma says "it's best to live life with love in your eyes", but I've been hurt a handful of times, so I think I'll stay inside. I dream in polyphony almost every night. If I think so much about wanting to die, why am I so scared of it? I will happily grind my teeth into dust before I tell you I'm hurt. It's something worth upholding while I can. I know I'm a death-obsessed hypochondriac, but my body's out to get me and I've convinced myself I shouldn't make it past age 35.