awake my child...

when i opened my eyes, i felt insanely cold. instinctively my eye-balls scratched around in their sockets to find the wall clock, but even before i had managed that, i knew it was too late. 6:30 too late... i lay in my nest watching cold waves pass across the surface of the ceiling...yeah i actually did. breathing strange. i felt...i felt an angel pierce my chest slowly with a very pretty knife. i swallowed satisfying quantities of my own cold blood and it felt right...so damn right...just like love. my arms burnt...my head was on fire...swallowing blood...spit it out...gargle...let it drip down the side of your mouth...swallow some more...why does it taste so nice? ?this is blood, it should be metallic...and sick...cold uncongealed blood satisfies my thirst and even before i forced myself to get up and feel the temors break me into a billion pieces infront of the mirror, i had known that my eyes would be red. i was right.

hahahahahaha...time to go...tutorrrrrrrrrrr...maths...red eyes nausea and all...run off my love...run off to play.

I HATE NAUSEA...bloody hell...nausea hassan rukh rahha hoon main apni baiti ka naam...LAANAT!!!!!!!!

i have exams soon...no time for idle chit chat..then what are you sitting here typing ddddddddddddddddddddddd
kill
ferpectly normal...normal khan...

shit. cold waves on the ceiling...lovely...watch them glide...so delicate...cloudy and nice...and nausea. i'm sick of this goddamn blog. i'msick of internet and you...I'M SICK OF YOU...martin pale...i want to use you and your curly hair like a toilet brush.
children will go and die NOW.
night.