Everyone who knows me just a little bit realized how much I love horror movies. Ever since I turned 12, horror movies are fascinating me. Especially the bloody ones. Yet I’m madly afraid of blood. And of needles. It makes me remember when, 2 years ago, I cried when I received my AH1N1 vaccine shot. I was 15. I’m also very hypochondriac. If you don’t know what it means, well, it just means that I’m worried of every single diseases. Pain in the lower stomach ? It’s an appendicitis. Headache ? It’s probably a brain cancer. Nose bleeding? Oh, I’m gonna bleed to death. The link between these two subjects is that even if you’ll never hear me say “omg, that’s so flipping gross!” in any kind of movie, in real life, I am way less brave. I’ve seen so many times a man/woman being cut into pieces in a movie, and, God bless my twisted mind, laughed about it so many time as well, but when it comes to me, I can hardly look at a massive amount of blood for more than a minute. This is how fucked I am. I assume it.

This, by the way, was my Halloween costume. I dressed up as a zombie or whatsoever.