blood caked beneath my nails, it's worse than it
looks. i don't dig my hands into old wounds, and i don't
really care for killing - there's just an itch in the
shallows of my skull, and i think i've dug too deep; i'm
feeling kinda scared now, because i can see my brain, and
it's full of so many things. it's sort of cramped,
and it's kinda weird to think of your brain as an actual
place instead of an actual brain, but it sort of is a place,
because your brain holds memories and memories are just a bunch
of places, really...right? the brain is a very big place, if you
think about it, and that very big place is crammed and crushed
into a very small space.
