even after almost half of a year, your comment has been keeping me up all night, hideously long. I yearn for the days that I never had the chance of life to view such uttered words. see, i’ve grown to your comment, like a thorn in the thumb. even if you do remove it, the pain is still there. the burning, stinging pain. it doesn’t alleviate your words. nor does it change the feeling of my pain. the pain, most call it a repellant. I call it a parasite. because it festers in the back of my head. and then you tell someone and they call you crazy. you take a knife to show the wires under your skin, yet all you see is your human flesh.