i hate july.

and then it finally happened. i wonder if this is what it feels like to get run over. i thought the first crash would hurt the most. apparently, not. the pain seemed to multiply with the second, the third, the fourth, and so on.

but right now... right now, the pain has taken a life of its own. no longer do i feel the pain for i have become one with it. i feel numb. i don't know if this means that i am better. to feel pain, i'd know that i am still alive. but to feel nothing at all, am i dead?

here's to the final wreck of the day.