It hurts.
I kneel, touching my hand to my chest. I come away with the blood of my soul. It clings to my fingers and I realize that I am nothing more then an open wound at this point. I could cry, but it's beyond that. If I started now, it wouldn't make me feel any better or any worse. No one cut me, my seams just came undone and I can't seem to close them up as fast as my stuffing falls out. Even when I'm around my friends (lord and lady bless them, they are trying hard) I hurt. I feel cold and things I can't discribe with words. It's been going on for awhile but it seems to be getting worse. I don't feel like going out and I'm liking the phone even less. If I knew what was wrong, then it could be addressed. But I don't know and it seems to just make everything sour. I'm going to go get cookies and coffee