Not much time as I'm heading out to the convention. I'm wearing a red halter that shows off the faerie tattoo on my back-and the globs of fat hanging down from my arms. I want him to find me. Pathetic, you know? Well, *I* know. True or not, thinking he might be in the area has me holding my breath, just wondering. I've got the entire house to myself for once-Amethyst and my parents are visiting Stormy and her new baby boy. It's filthy, a mess, a sty. I'm never here. But this weekend, this week...it's private. It's mine. I want to share...

I want to bleed for him.
Laters