...but the first time you watch someone else bleeding because that is the only way they can find to express what they're feeling...

...yeah. I'd rather see a body covered with scars than the best painting in the Louvre. It means more. It makes me think, makes me feel, makes me aware that I am alive and forces me to realize how precious a thing life can be.

*shrug*

But then, I'm seriously fucked-up.

Haven't heard from Puppy, haven't called him either so it's at least half my fault. Tomorrow - technically later today - I'll do so. A taste of that should help me get my balance back.