numb i live here a hidey-hole all my own. i pull out the blankets over my scars. immerse my mind in fake realities. saturate my pain in vicarious compassion. pull the curtains, so i cannot see. the jagged holes you ripped from me.
after i got dumped like a *******, i went into complete Supernatural fangirl mode, and watched all the series, every night, for two months. i found immense comfort in the brother's compassion for each other, something i had been deprived of for a long time.