The last time I received a papercut, I remember seeing blood.
The pain was real enough.
I felt like I needed a quiet, dark place a few weeks ago. I explained why.
Thursday gone I felt happy due to some of the changes I’m creating. The first thing you say is, ‘you’re usually in a serious mood.’
I understand you don’t honestly believe I deserve to be happy. You like when I’m weak and in need. I realised that – you like drama.