Death

I am dead. Well, not really. Someone who has given up completely is still not yet dead. But I have given up. I don’t see a way out of vampirism and I don’t see a way through it. I just got this phone screen fixed and it already got scratched by a demon and has these stupid little claw marks on it. It’s the little things that really make me want to die. I don’t know why I’m so sad. I feel a deep hole in my chest sinking deeper and deeper. It’s cold. And it hurts. It feels like my insides are molding. No, like my soul is molding. You know in anime when a character’s glint in their eyes goes away cause they’re dead? That’z me right now. And speaking of eyes I can’t see any more. I’ve gone mostly blind. It makes it so hard to act normal in front of humans. Cause I can’t eat them cause I can’t see them well and they will jump on me and stab me a lot. I’m very sleepy. I feel the worst I’ve ever felt in maybe ever. I just finally found out for myself that I am descended from slime and have nowhere to go but back to it. So I’m feeling crushed. I thought I was destined for greatness. I want to be held in the embrace of friends. I can’t even flee a scene without a human tracking and spying me. I want to stop eating and just start dying of starvation. Please tell me it’s quicker than this horrible rot my body has been subjected to this past while. I hope I feel better when I wake from my sleep. And look up at the glistening malicious moon. Beaming light at us from its … I’m so tired I can’t think of an adjective. It’s face. The scary one. The man in the moon. What a scary concept. Someone is always watching. 

Zzzzzz

Even when I wake. I feel the hole deepening, and my limbs giving up. I need a reason to really live, not just float like a jelly fish.

Szzzzzz

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