Hmm… Is this madness? I have been happy all day and suddenly I feel as if I have been stabbed in the gut with a searing hot blade, and I feel like blowing shit out of proportions.
Oh, but no, I am not a mad man. Madness would not be titled upon someone as composed as myself. I am a little ***** who hides beneath the blankets of society every time I hear the nasty growl of the beast. I cut myself to bleed. I cut myself to know that I am real. I cut myself to shed blood to show people what I am capable of doing to myself. That’s not madness. That is control. I am in control goddammit. I am the pilot of my beautiful chopper; hovering to and fro, searching for happiness, but I find none.