lyrics from Corpus Delicti [twilight]
It’s one of those nights again. The urge comes over me, pulls from inside the muscles and bones and nerves of me, begging me to smash myself into something just so I can feel anything other than this, an ache that resonates and pulses and compels me to do anything to Make. It. Stop. Now.
I do my best to ignore the feeling, and I do not give in to the compulsion to stop the signals by any means that I can. This is a difficult task, but giving in would mean the end of me, and that, I could not bear.