Of Course, You’d Warm Up

And Then Writing, It Was Like I Just Found It, You Know? Like You Just Found Your Favorite Flavor Of Ice Cream, All Of A Sudden There It Is. 'this Is What I Should Have Been Doing For The Last Thirty Years. What Was I Thinking?' So I Was, Then I Was In And Then I Had To Just Keep Going With It.

It Will Be As If I'd Never Existed, He'd Promised Me. I Felt The Smooth Wooden Floor Beneath My Knees, And Then The Palms Of My Hands, And Then It Was Pressed Against The Skin Of My Cheek. I Hoped That I Was Fainting, But, To My Disappointment, I Didn't Lose Consciousness. The Waves Of Pain That Had Only Lapped At Me Before Now Reared High Up And Washed Over My Head, Pulling Me Under. I Did Not Resurface.

I Don't Want To Be A Vampire. A Lot Of Other People Do And I Think It's That Dual Nature - We Have, You Know, Terrifying/intriguing.

It Was Nice To Be Alone, Not To Have To Smile And Look Pleased; A Relief To Stare Dejectedly Out The Window At The Sheeting Rain And Let Just A Few Tears Escape.

You Are So Bizarre, Even For A Human." "thanks.