I had a nosebleed at midnight last night. Oh perfect. I was coughing really badly and then I blew my nose and I saw blood splatters on my bedsheet. Then my hands were like covered in blood as if I murdered someone. It was dark blood, and was thick. Wow, my 2nd nosebleed in 2 weeks. I think something is wrong. Mum says I need to get checked, just to make sure. It lasted for like 30 minutes and I don't even know how to deal with nosebleeds and my clever sister said I should lean back. Yeah hell, good idea, I ended up drinking my own blood. But I didn't vomit or anything because I drink blood to live. I'm a Vamp. Like srsly. Oh I panicked and thought I was going to die. I never do have nosebleeds(except when I ODed). I'm just some morbid paraniod person. I was actually excited. I was imagining the possibilities of dying. Oh wow, it was at that moment, I was like, 'wow, I am bleeding, from my fucking nose.' I was excited over all the blood. Weird muchly? I don't get it. I don't get why I should be excited.

I didn't do anything at all today. I made icons in the morning, and rotted in my bedroom doing nothing. Nothing at all. I was pretending to be a rockstar and I put on some eyeliner. Then I lie down, waiting for 5 o'clock to pass. I need a hobby. I need to write, or draw. But I cannot do that without a muse.