i know exactly how that is. to love somebody who doesn't deserve it. because any attention is better than no attention. for exactly for some reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. on those gray days, where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and u are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally- and punctures your skin. and then, there is shocking red, the brightest thing in the day. so, vibrant in buzzes, this blood of yours. THAT IS OKAY, BECAUSE SOMETIMES AT LEAST YOU KNOW U'RE ALIVE.