February 11, 2012.

Where are you? What's happening? Why can't I reach you? hello?
...Hello?
Mhh, that's blood? No it's not, can't be.
Yeah it is. Tastes so good. But how? Why does it bead?
Who cares? Where are you? Help you. Help me. Find you, find me.
I'm somewhere. Nowhere. You're someone. Noone. Me.
Suckle the substance.
She lied. So many lies. Stupid teacher. You really must be isolated out in your little trailer.
Here, let me hold you. Oh yeah, I like you. No, I hate you. My knife in your back. Your eyes are wide and black. You're a shark in pain, writhing, bleeding. Slice your fins, squirming, alive. Begging. Pleading. Asking me why, Asking god why. Silly bitch.
Die. Suffer. Squirm beneath my thumb. You know that's where you are, bug? Parasite. You know that's where you are. That's why you squirm and claw and do as much damage to the tiny bit of me you can reach.
Small, scared child. All you are. You act so full of yourself yet you're still so scared. You don't even know what you're scared of. Blind yourself further.
As if you had any capability in the first place.
That won't save you, selfish fuck.
Nothing will.
I may not be the one to do it but someday you'll get yours you snotty little bitch. All of your kind will.
I'll laugh as it falls away.

Drown.