Bleed.

Dear Diary,
        I'm feeling things. Not ordinary things. Abundant things that I can't seem to secrete out of my mind. It's bothering me, so much. Would people like to watch me suffer? Would they like to watch me bleed? Would they like to watch me cry my eyes out? I need help, I need someone. here with me right now, to help me.
                                                                                                        Love,
                                                                                                    Porcupines