by SilkthreadSo who is the vampire in your life? Or are you the parasite? Be honest... what positive purpose do you serve?
Boredom is the vampire. It turns me into a useless lump of shit. Which in turn make me a parasite that serves no purpose.
I left my trashy vampire books at work today, and I'm thinking: do I really want to drive back to get them? Even though one of them had me hanging on every word in the most recent chapter. Why did I bother to bring them to work? Vampires are all around me. My clients, family, co-workers, people I put some kind of useless faith in. But I have my fiction, yeah? Some kind of escape to help me get through another retched hour of an existence built up from confetti and clown piss?
So who is the vampire in your life? Or are you the parasite? Be honest... what positive purpose do you serve?