I want to hack my brain.

No. That’s not quite it. I’ve been doing that.

Plus, that won’t alleviate the pain. So much pain.

Pain is good, right? It keeps us aware. Thinking less.

Feeling. More. MOAR.

The pain isn’t quite in the brain either. It’s lower. In the neck.

I know what you’re thinking. Haha. Cliché.

Base of the skull, actually, so a li’l higher than the neck. That spot where she’ll swoon if you grip during an embrace.

Yes. That’s the spot.

Hack is the correct word, however. No, not with trending psychology. Avoid this.

With a fucking machete. Just a tap. Then another. Then several. Give it a reason to hurt. And likely discover I’ve passed a point of no return. And made quite a mess.

Eventually, the pain will stop. No? Perhaps she’s right... perhaps I need to get this checked out.

Would anyone notice if I built a guillotine in the courtyard?

Sometimes, the pain feels too close. Like today. Today—I just need to sleep the rest of the day away. Little life hack I learned—sleep on it. It actually works.