My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

I've never written an autobiographical novel in my life. I've never touched upon my life. I've never written a single scene that I can say took place.

No one will ever know anyone. We just have to deal with each other. You're not ever gonna know me.

There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.

After a while you learn that everything stops.

A great numb feeling washes over me as I let go of the past and look forward to the future. Pretend to be a vampire. I don't really need to pretend, because it's who I am, an emotional vampire. I've just come to expect it. Vampires are real. That I was born this way. That I feed off of other people's real emotions. Search for this night's prey. Who will it be?

My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.