This hunger that has risen inside me—I hardly know how to parse it. I can eat and eat and will never be satisfied. I want more. I want—I want to scream, I want to dance, I want to slap Carmilla for leaving me, I want to kill Henry for what he has done, but in the same breath, he is so beautiful that the animal part of me wants to fuck him, take the pleasure that is owed me. I want to rule Nethershaw, I want to bring only those I like into my home. I want to have money and spend it as I wish. I want to travel, I want to sing, I want to see the world, I want to rule it. I want to be free.
