Did I ever say I hate the final scene of ‘Vamps’ so much because it gets my tears every time I watch it?
Obviously the ‘Retro Mercury’ effects haven’t disappeared; if they had, I wouldn’t be a mess at this moment.
But it’s ok. Tears, some tissues and a nice, clean, sterile little blade did just fine to clear away my mess of emotions (and probably hormones). I’m back to my strong and enduring self. Life is a bitch y’ know and you have to stay strong to keep that bitch from fucking you up (sorry about the vulgar language).
Farewell my weak self. Until next time.
These are starting to get itchy (￣Д￣)ﾉ