So I've started to upload this about five times now...
Consider this a poorly made art dump. *goes to bed*
And in that moment I cried, though not from sadness—but from the life that overflowed at my seams. It seeped from my open wounds like a pathetic reminder that I still existed. Still, I sat there on the floor like a broken doll just to pick myself back up and fall once again into the endless cycle that meant nothing. Meaningless. I meant nothing.