No I am not Bullet proof. Yes if you shoot. I will die. I will probably die if you even just looked at me. I stop breathing every time you speak. It's quite odd. I can't stand to be around you. Only because I want to be around you. Something is odd about you. Non judgmental you. You somehow know what to say. You know what I've gone through. You know what it's like. To slice up your perfect pale skin. You know what it's like to want to die. You know what it's like to be unfixable. That's the state I'm in. Broken and unfixable. Like an egg... Oh gosh here we go again on eggs emily. Eggs once they splat are unfixable. Unfixable Forever. That's me. An egg. I'm Nothing But An Egg? True? Or false?