Whatever.
I am covered with injuries, dripping with blood and pus, festering wounds and half formed scars, some given and some self-inflicted. I am an injured beast, blind and paranoid, slashing and growling at everything, hurting myself and everyone around me. I need a long hiatus to curl into a fetal position and lap at my wounds, but I can't. I need to cut away at the things that hurt me, and I won't. Wretched and mean, grasping at my hated love, loving the hatred, relishing the low of the pain and the high of the madness. Whatever.