The Hotline Calls
By NotSuicidalatall. I did it twice today. I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it’s the anniversary of that time in high school, or maybe I’m just spiraling deeper into this obsession. But I called the suicide hotline. Not because I wanted to die—I never really do—but because I wanted to talk about it. About my tiny dick. About the humiliation. And I wanted a woman to hear it. The first call was around two in the afternoon. I
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