Creeper

In my spare time, I study bruises and pictures of corpses.

I look up different brands of fake blood on the internet and weigh the pros and cons of each type.

I play with stage blood... and then go out in public with it smeared all over my face.

At present, I have bits of my face painted green and yellow in an attempt to make myself look like I'm decaying a bit. It's actually rather effective.

It's all so delightful and just a bit morbid. I feel like I should live in some place that used to be a morgue. Deep under ground. Like a lair.

I'd like that, I think... having a lair.