Some Like it Cold

I even fell for that stupid love song.

My index finger is stained red. My lips are stained red. The area around my eyes are smudged with black. My mind is flooded with miles and miles of debris.

...And an hour later, I'm still not even halfway through a decent blog. Motherfucker.

I'm feeling very neutral and numb to everything. I feel so disconnected.

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“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the skin horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby, but these things don’t matter at all, because once you are real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand. ”
- The Velveteen Rabbit