My flesh crawls when I think about the people closest to me leaving me on this planet. The warm water against my skin in the shower doesn't even sooth me. I stand there. Afraid. Wondering why life is so cruel. To take away the beings that I hold dear by the expiration of the human body. Perhaps that's why I'm so entertained of vampirism. I want my mother and father alive forever. I can't give them that gift. I feel powerless. Defeated. I want to even grant myself that gift. But I can't. So I cry. It's crippling. It hurts. So my flesh crawls to it's grave with the cycle of life. I'm disgusted by the cycle of life. My end is something I never wanted to happen.