I told you, I am not thirsty. Why is it so hard for anyone to take my word for it? It’s like you all thrive on making me feel small... or perhaps you just enjoy watching the struggle.
Everything I once had is gone, yet here I am, fighting over a cup of blood as if it’s the only thing left to lose. Is it pathetic? Probably. But at least I’m still here. Barely.
Does anyone else feel like they're just existing in the gaps between what they used to be?