I am jealous of those who carry a torch, who have charcoal on their calf, who have blue paint on their foot.

While reading on an old couch, I pulled a small piece of skin off near my fingernail, and blood gushed out when I squeezed my finger just below it. The blood dried after I smeared it around but had disappeared when I got out of bed later.

No one can see inside your brain, but I think it's better like that.