Cut my leg while shaving and just watched the blood pour into the ater. It didn't bother me and it didn't hurt in the slightest. I'm sliding headfirst back into this hole. Just cos it's that time of year. The one when all emotions except bad ones drain from me. Like a cow who's been hung up to bleed dry. The cold brings with it ice hearts and daggers. November spawns a different monster every year. And they always get scarier. Am I making sense? Please tell me I'm making sense.
I wish you were hear.
This has been said...too many times that I'm not sure if it matters.
and
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you.
Both apply in this situation. Unfortunately.
I can't explain this physical pain.
Feels like I'm falling apart and I only wish you were here to hold me together.
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