My self-confidence feeds on others. People are my fuel. And I devour every last bit of what is given to me. Sometimes I don't even wait to be given something. I'm like a beast that can see the blood pulsating deep down inside and goes for it. I just take what I need. And I enjoy it even more if it’s stolen, taken without the consent of the one who delays giving it to me. Or, better, who doesn’t want to give into me. I take it!... All… Everything. I let it penetrate and run through my veins. Until I’m hungry again… For more…