My attitude, my mood, and general train of thought are foreign.
- When I'm cleaning up all the blood, I often imagine myself as a surgeon. If only I weren't so bad at school. I would be a great surgeon. I feel like my entire vagina is some open bleeding gash and the blood just gushes out. My hands are covered in blood and I ultimately shake my head knowing I have to tell my patient that there's no stopping or fixing it.
- Or sometimes I imagine that it's a wound. I got stabbed or shot or some other violent thing. I pretend like I'm in a war for example and I'm bleeding out.
- I think about how if someone needed blood for art how I could provide them the media
- Or a sustainable eco-friendly way to feed vampires. Or at least one vampire
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