Everything is painful. Nothing is painful. Life is a continuous, never-ending blank. Plus, I like the numbness. It shields me from the dark anguish that seeps into my core. You might say I've changed, I suppose.Yes, suffering and melancholy have that effect on one.At this point, I don't believe a gorgeous stranger—who could also be a crazed wolf thing—can glue my many shattered parts back together...