Since I cannot write sad songs anymore and even laugh at those who dissolve into tears, my sorrow has now hardened to rock and will not melt.
Since I am not in favor of drugging myself to temporarily numb pain, I can no longer take solace in tried-and-tested pain-numbing techniques.
Since I now understand the genesis of pain, I while my time away intellectually analyzing it, and letting myself feel it only when I tire of looking at it blankly.
Since I have now stopped taking it mutely like a good girl and have also started dishing it out, I am shorn of the ephemeral peace of conflict-avoidance.
Since conflict and love come from the same source, I am oftentimes left without the heady serenity of dopamine and oxytocin. I crave my fix like a junkie.
Perhaps I should just eat dark chocolate; I hear it releases dopamine in the brain.
