And every night I think I certaintly won’t ever sleep sober or alone
And then suddenly it occurs to me
I’ve slept alone before you
And so I pour myself the stiffest drink my stomach can stand
And convince myself to lay back down again
A great numb feeling washes over me as I let go of the past and look forward to the future. Pretend to be a vampire. I don’t really need to pretend, because it’s who I am, an emotional vampire. I’ve just come to expect it. Vampires are real. That I was born this way. That I feed off of other people’s real emotions. Search for this night’s prey. Who will it be?
— Sean Bateman, The Rules of Attraction (via lindbergh-baby)