I will no longer mutilate and destroy myself in order to find a secret behind the ruins.
I didn't respond to him. Couldn't speak at all. Couldn't look at his self-mutilation--not even the clean, bandaged version of it. Instead, I looked at my own rough, stained house painter's hand. They seemed more like puppets than hands. I had no feelings in it either.
I tried cutting myself to express my heartbreak over Tommy (Lord Flood) rejecting me, but OMFG it hurts like flaming fuck.
By his stripes you are healed.
It takes a good habit to replace a bad habit.
Shut off the internal bashing.