Feeling so lonely and yet I'm never alone. Sad and yet not sad at all. Everytime I try to have a peacful moment to think to myself I lose it all again and begin to reminisce on the past. The things I always wanted to be and the things I never will be. Sometimes I feel as though I have become all that I never wanted to be, but its all I can be. Pain, sorrow, suffering, confusion, fear, and death seem like all I'm capable of. I may have a decent life, but inside I'm as dead as I've always been regardless of what I do. On top of all this these damn cravings just won't cease. I need blood......I'm practically starving for it. I just fed the other day, but unfortunately the cravings never cease to exist no matter what. Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. Or maybe I'll just curl up in a ball and die a happy, yet bloodstarved, man.