From the depths of my emptiness comes a feeling of inner bliss...
I feel wanted, I feel desired, I can feel my soul on fire.
I feel like - like I don't know what. Like this wasn't real. Like I was in some Goth version of a bad sitcom. Instead of being the A/V dweeb about to ask the head cheerleader to the prom, I was the finished-second-place werewolf about to ask the vampire's wife to shack up and procreate. Nice.