If you don't feel anything, are you still alive? Because, in all seriousness, I stopped feeling pain a long time ago.

And yet I know I'm alive. I've seen for myself that I bleed, so that is somewhat reassuring. However, why do I suffer less the more I make myself suffer?

Down the rabbit hole, where I stop, no one knows, in my secret fantasy, no one in hell can get their hands on me. I'm safe in my mind, I'm safe in my brain, I'm safe in my head, but I'm just not quite sane. Keep running rabbit, as fast as you can, for if you don't, it's the end for you, lad. Hour by hour, day by day, spend your life always just running away. Never stay in one spot, never take a pause, lest you end up impaled on sharp claws, and no one will notice, much less care, because why would the world miss one... small... hare.