I was there; nobody saw me. I didn't see myself. I look in the mirror, it's empty. Why is it empty?
{Feel free to complete this; i am out of ideas}
( ; v ; )
I take a deep breath and try to understand what has gone wrong, and the search is impossible to complete for everything in my life has gone wrong. I've constantly wished to disappear, pushing people away the moment they tread upon my nonsensically wide boundaries. They do say one does not die as long as someone thinks about them. They do say ideas don't die, but I'm not an idea. I'm a mistake, forever forgotten only to exist as a spectre in this cruel world of ours.
Oh fuck nevermind, there's a tiny bite mark on my wrist, guess I'm just your everyday old vampire.
On a regular night, the I go out. I know what will happen, i have seen this before. I walk out the streets are lonely. The wind stops as i walk down the lane. This time i see no one. And perhaps no one yet again sees me.
{or do they?}
I thought being a creature of the night would be different, would be exhilarating, sometimes thrilling. But no, the desperate search for prey to quench my hunger is disturbingly similar to my long past search for love and connection amidst a sea of loneliness. Who knew being a night owl would've been helpful like this tho. God i wonder if regular people that become vampires take time to adjust to their new sleep cycle, do sleeping pills work on me?
Completely unrelated but holy shit imagine hitting the gym at graveyard timings and you see a man struggling with chest press or leg machine and the moment he fucks up or hits muscle failure he turns into bats and drops the weights.















