Life hurts. I want to go into every excruciating detail of twitching muscle fibre but it hurts too much to think about it. I am searching for a way to excavate the pain-processing part of my brain with a toothpick; meanwhile I'm working on some webwork. Getting work done is easy:
1. Fall head over heels in love with someone.
2. Make her dump you.
3. think a lot.
4. think some more.
5. Torture yourself with thoughts of her.
6. Do nothing.
After a while you realise that even though it hurts, the alternative -- thoughts devastatingly concentrated upon her -- is worse than prolonged death by punctured guts. Do you think I'll stop thinking about her if I cut off my arm? Yes? Really? Please, BRING ME THE FU**ING CHAINSAW.
