Its unfortunate that the amount of flesh i have torn from my own body while stressed will never add up to anything. much like drawings, some songs i wrote, and the photos i took. I have counted and there is enough to cover your body from head to toe. You would be dressed up in my sporadic thoughts , melodies, and snap shots. lets not forget that this morning i tore ever cuticle from every finger in an attempt take my mind off of my anxiety. i get worn out. i bleed. so what.