I’m beginning to believe that I’ve become impervious to needles. (Pun intended) As most of you know or perhaps did not know, I’ve been cut, stuck and drained quite regularly now and have gotten to the point where it’s become quite insipid—the act does not incite the “must run FAR far away” adrenaline rush it once had. Perhaps not a good thing? No matter.
Isn't it funny that I need to bleed to figure out why I’m bleeding?
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