Comic Con
I don’t get any sleep all night. My mind runs different scenarios of what might happen when I see Kat. It seems to favor me getting my nuts ripped off after watching Kat go bat-shit crazy on Hayley and Irene and beating them to death with the house iron.Yeah, I’m pretty fucked up.I stop in front of the hotel door at 7:58. I feel like I’m going to barf, guess I shouldn’t have eaten that Snickers bar. My nerves are wreaking havoc on my stomach, but I guess it might be too late to walk away.At...