It hurts. It hurts so much. The pain is threatening to suffocate me. It's so hard to breathe, and there's no escaping it. No matter where I go, no matter what I do, it follows me. Engulfs me. Pulls me down and threatens to drown me in the sweetest crimson rivers the world has ever seen. I should be frightened. I should try to run, but I don't. I can't. I crave this. I need this. This is what keeps me alive. I know that, one day, it may also be the death of me, but for now. I need it to survive. Does that make me a sick person? Probably. But at least I know I'm not the only one. And honestly? I would rather be alive and sick, than dead and "normal." Normal is so boring, anyway...
*sigh*
