Hare

“And as noise drills into my mind like nails drill into my scull I can only wish that my skin is softer in the sweet embrace of death than it ever was in life.”

Damn I hate being sick. Like, I get it, I’m supposed to be pale, extremely warm, sleepy and half dying but I think this is just a little to much...

Being a writer is having to get up in the middle of writing a chapter to run around the house grinning like an idiot because you love your characters too much.