I will say this for today though, and for the sake of my thoughts now starting to leak from every pore. When presented with the question "Would you rather be a vampire or werewolf?" (which I shake my head in disappointment that it was most likely brought to me
due to the sudden rise in popularity of a fictitional series of novels and now movies) I answered "Vampire", as much as it may pain me as an Italian to give up garlic in any form.As I have witnessed my deterioration of the last few months firsthand, it wasn't until I awoke today that I realized I am still somewhat trapped. With that said, today I got up out of bed at approximately the same time the sun began setting. Have I taken ill with another cold or possibly the flu? After all, tis the season, and given such an incomprehensible amount of sleep time, sickness may justify the need for this surplus of rest. Perhaps I have taken ill again, but I do not have symptoms of the cold or flu this time. It should be noted that I was out of bed when the sun set, but I was asleep when the sun began to rise. Am I still experiencing the apathy and overall worthlessness that started to possess me back in September? This is a more plausible scenario, and though the previous week was a time of anticipation for the future which is still casting a dim light far down on the other end of the tunnel that I have been inching toward, the loneliness of the present somehow has a way of bringing back the pains and demons of self destruction. This is a battle I fought for a few years in the past, and I don't want to believe I will be wasting more years fighting again.
Or could I be turning into a vampire? Maybe that's all it is.
