my fingertips are cold. i don't know if it's the dark thoughts im suppressing or the fact that i have another 6 hour shift in hell.
my arms are numb. it might be all the ice cream i ate tonight or it might be the fact that my best friend will be 4 hours away at the most frightening time in my life.
my chest is an ice box. i think it's because i never really wanted to be a cougar anyway. rise and shout i suppose.
my body is numb. but i'd rather be numb when i drown than feel the water laughing as it pulls me down.
