I keep opening up the same old stupid wounds and pouring in mounds of salt. I force myself to relive and rewatch an internal sinking of the Titantic with the hopes of making myself feel better when somewhere inside of me, deep down, I know I'm watching something I don't want to see. Something I don't want to revisit again and again. I revisit it because I still care and I'm cold because I still care too much. And I just don't think I want to anymore. I really, really don't.