With anything, I guess.
I was talking to my fiance this morning. He just kind of grabbed ahold of my arms and said I needed to stop doing it. He didn't say what exactly, but I know he meant the drugs and the cutting. I don't know, I guess it's just weird to hear.
Anyways, now I'm just kind of spaced out, staring at them.
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Please don't stop, it's lonely at the top. These lonely days, when
will they ever stop? This doomsday clock ticking in my heart.