Cyma Rizwaan Khan

I saw on his face a glimpse of his past. The damage, the unhappiness and the pain, and I wondered what kind of skeletons he has been hiding and for how long. It__ one of those mutual attraction moments that are unexplainable, but as real as anything you__e ever seen. Almost like my soul knows his soul.

Don__ tell me you have OCD about this?___CD, ADHD__retty sure if they come up with some new acronym tomorrow I__ have it.

They say there__ so much beauty in the world, but I don__ see it. Perhaps that__ my problem. Am I crazy for having major depressive disorder, or is the rest of the population crazy for not having it? How do you even define sanity? Is it the will to live another day in spite of a lifetime of failures? Or is it the desire to keep going after you__e lost everything you really, truly cared about?

He__ been looking at my file. So the question has to be right there on the tip of his tongue right about now, waiting to be spoken. But he keeps up the __ct professional_ charade, makes it feel like he sees this kind of thing all the time, but in reality he__ having a little fun with it. I__ the story he__ going to tell at a bar after making my name anonymous. I__ the case study that__ going to become dinner conversation when he takes some rich bitch out next week. He__ going to do it to make himself look well-balanced, prove how normal he is in a world full of weirdoes. In short, he__ going to look __ormal_ at my expense.

When you__e had a psychotic breakdown it__ always so difficult making that decision. You meet someone new and you wonder how much you should tell them? You wonder what that person__ threshold of __trange_ is, and at what point in my story would I end up driving them away. That fear it__ always there in the back of your mind. Those details you never really even admitted to yourself, but that somehow have to be told just as much as they have to be buried deep down.

When you name your child after a grotesque gigantic creature known for slaughtering hundreds of innocents for the sole purpose of entertainment (okay so they were illegal immigrants who entered his realm) you must have a slight idea how that would turn out.

Turning into a vampire is like signing a supernatural contract and like any contract, there are clauses.And there is the fine print.