i dislike blood donation, i dislike seeing the blood, maybe that is why they are curse when they come out from the body. they leaves a mark when they dried up, the stain and smell that marks death. blood donation was never pain, it is like ant bite when they put in the pain killer, the feeling when the needle goes in to the veins, the drop in pressure in the veins like death licks on the arm itself.
i dislike killing, i dislike knowing the feeling of my victim when i kill them, maybe that is why i am so good at identify emotions of others, anything that is alive let me feel their emotions, the eyes and the skin tells me what they see and feel about the surrounding. emotion brings pain, the pain that eats you inside out, slowly devouring you from the mind. i once told to kill a crab for dinner, it was tied all arms and legs, i look in to its eyes, it keeps telling me that it does not want to die being tied up, i cut loose the strings and let it run, 2 days later it died of natural cause.
i dislike being alone, i dislike the evil within me that tell me everything i can do when im alone, maybe that is why i am alone and good at being it. i think it is why i can never be with you. being alone hurt the most is when i need you so much and not letting me to get in touch with you so that you can spend your special night with someone you like..
