This year, i want to be loved.
This year, on this detestable Earth, I want to be adored.
This year, when I am six feet above the ground, I want to be worshiped.
This year, i want to be craved.
I wish to go to Rome, Italy and I wish to meet a partner.
I wish to fall tragically deep into Tartarus— into love.
I wish to dance, sing, eat, drink w…read more