I'm not sure what to say on here anymore. I know there are other vampires on here, but most of you dream of being one. This was never a dream I had. I was already a killer who struggled with her humanity, and now all of that is only made worse.
It's ironic that I struggle with the same things in my dreams but for completely different reasons. At least she could go outside if she wanted to. She could make an effort at a normal life. I cannot, and I am still adjusting.
I lost the good job I had. I... guess I'm going to need to find something with a night shift.