I have a little happy face inscribed in silver on my wrist. And below that, a meter. When I was born, it was full. But each moment of happiness decreased it just a little bit. I didn’t want to live a joyless life, or worry about every happy moment I did have. If I was going to go to an early grave, it might as well be with some style, burning through my remaining happiness all at once. “Just look at me. I know you want me. Now isn’t the time to hold back. Will you really let me die without knowing what being with a man is like?” Scrıpt by u/homersoc_