Les cauchemars.

A reve si absolutement horrible to wake from that you are sickened by it. To know so intimately all that your own mind can contrive.
Sitting up in the dark, way up.

I like the cool way you look at me.

Everything about you is bringing me misery.

Waiting for mail is torturous.

The numbness started in my fingertips
and I don't care where it ends up.