Blood sucks...said the vampire without a hint of irony.

I am in absolute terror thinking about this coming week's schedule.

I'd rather be dead than die. I usually prefer being a verb than a noun.

All the xanax and percoset in the world can't change my perception on this. I can feel the blood pooling in my mouth already. If it weren't for R, I'd have thrown up 10 times. As of now, we're still at zero times. I think about R to gain strength. I want to see her again.

Help wanted. Help. Wanted. Broken leg, fine. Slicing tender pink tissue to the point of uncontainable blood eruption? Not so fine.