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You might be wondering who I am... or you might be calling me an insolent whelp and summoning the nearest Nosferatu to doxx me and send vampire hunters my way. Yeah, vampire. I'm not afraid of bad words. I'm a Toreador loner, cast out by society for daring to be different. I like the taste of blood. My blood, and my boyfriend's blood. I'm not blood bound, I'm too badass for that. He's a mortal anyway. And no, he doesn't know. He just thinks I'm kinky, which I am. You wouldn't get it.
Who am I? A girl. A lost, lonely girl stuck in the torment of corrupted girlhood forever. But if you really need to call me something, call me Angel. It's the closest I'll ever get to Heaven. My boyfriend is Razor, because he cuts me deep, but he soothes my pain. I've been dating Razor for six months. He bought me 100 black roses for our anniversary. I got him handcuffs, a blindfold, and a hotel room for the night. Like I said, you wouldn't get it.
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I was embraced last spring by a decrepit old bitch I won't even name. We'll call her The Bitch for short. She's obsessed with appearance and being "presentable," as if we aren't all going to die in World War 3 anyway. The bombs are going to drop before the ancient ones rise or whatever, but I don't care. I'm probably going to die a lonely, pointless death long before then anyway. Nothing fucking matters. Especially not whether or not I cut and box dye my hair in the bathtub at 3am. Why does she care if my hair's Nightshade Black now? The emo bangs are awesome. Not that I'm emo. I'm a goth. Being emo is cringe.
I'm a thirteenth generation Toreador in the city of... you really thought I'd tell you? Yeah, right. I want to die, but I don't want to get blood hunted or staked or something. My disciplines are auspex and celerity, if you even care. You probably don't. I bet nobody reads this far on a personal website anyway. I'm just talking to the void, and the void is not talking back. Nobody cares about me, especially not my sire. Razor cares about me, but I think he just thinks I'm sexy, which I am. I bet if he found out I was a vampire he'd try to kill me. Just like how everybody else thinks the world would be better without me. But I'm still here, so right now I'm trying to train my auspex. I heard some people can see ghosts with auspex. I want to see ghosts. I want to ask if dying for real hurts as much as becoming a vampire did. I hope it does. I live for pain.
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I don't miss the sun. All it did was shine light on my crappy life. At least I don't have to go to school anymore. I graduated last year and I had no idea what I was going to do with my life. As if it matters. We're all just marching towards a lonely grave. My death has been delayed, but I don't care. I was probably going to kill myself or something anyway. This life isn't worth living for. I don't think there's any life worth living for. Feel free to try and prove me wrong. You can't, but you can waste your time anyway.
