"I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it.
Because they are all you have.
Because any attention is better than no attention.
For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed.
On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon
and nothing has happened
and nothing is going to happen
and you are washing a glass in the sink
and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin.
And then there is this shocking red,the brightest thing in the day,
so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours.That is okay sometimes because at least you know
you’re alive."
Augusten Burroughs
Running With Scissors; A Memoir