yesterday i threw up blood

but only because i had a nosebleed (lame, i know). strangely, it was a childhood habit i'd grown out of years ago; it was like it needed to give me one, horrid push into adulthood, like some sort of bloody initiation. i liked the patterns of blood on my hands. this is why i would make a good doctor (contrary to others' belief): i am good with blood. BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD.