My grandfather warned me about booze that could kill but he never told me that if you drink enough alcohol, it tastes like love. My cousin warned me that I should lose my virginity to a girl I love but she never told me she should love me, too. My aunt warned me that if I kept eating that much, I might vomit but she never told me that even without eating anything, you can hang over the toilet and puke. My babysitter warned me that a person could break my heart but she never told me that if I made them mad, they’d also break my arm and nose. My teacher warned me about dangerous men with knives that could cut my throat, but she never told me that I didn’t need these men to cut my skin. They all warned me that I shouldn’t do dangerous things that could kill me. But I never had the chance to ask them if slitting both of my wrists vertically. And taking thirty-eight aspirins, was one of these dangerous things.
~Jake Taylor
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