which is weird , because in my dreams i am always automatically facing the center , to see jack . my hands went to his hair , trying to pull him in , trying to get more . `` i ca n't sleep in my jeans , '' i mumble in a thick voice . if the poor girl needed to walk somewhere , she could hardly do it dressed like that . if i didnt see the blood , i would never have known id been cut . `` maybe you could split me in two . 