A day without ice cream is like a day without ice cream.
Madness string 3081
Between you and me, when you have to track down yourself and beat this self over the head with a stick until it shuts up, something is not quite right.
In those two years before she had found me, I had started to die, to wither up and fade away and die inside. And it was like she was forcing me to come back to life, and it hurt the way physical therapy would hurt.