You could almost say i'm at the end of it. The end of the invisible thread. My mind wont numb. i need a distraction. Someone to call home again. i will not run. i will not stand to fight, there is simply nothing left to fight. Stood outside in the cool of Wellington today. Felt the blood leave my body clean white. Not a visible drop fell, though. Something's not right. Someone has been pulled from reach, and the only contact i have left is a fine thread, on the verge of breaking. This is all too familiar. i need to leave.