The Dairy of A Vampire

This is the Dairy of a 15-year-old vampire named Vladimira. She lives with her human family and she hates that she can't get the right food. She has never tasted human blood before and her mother and father are pushing her ever closer to trying some of them. But, of course, they don't know that she is a vampire.


75. Entry 75; Sat, Apr 1, 2017

Well, other than finding out that even though I have lived about a year in this life my transformation is just starting, and going stir crazy because of spring break everything has been fine. But I would not call this fine. I mean I have only been up into the mountains for a day and a half and then the 30 mins of being out with my mother. Going from GoodWill to GoodWill. I should not be going stir crazy from this. But god I can not deal with being in this house for much more than it takes to write a book. Sometimes even less than that. I can not be in this one place for so long. But I mean I have been amusing myself with listening to books, watching forgotten T.V. shows, and writing as best I could. For half of this cursed week, I had done nothing but cleaned my room. I even asked to go out swimming. I need the time outside, more like inside. I haven't been sleeping too well as well. Not getting more than maybe three hours of sleep? I am so sleepy when the sun comes up but at night I am up and at it trying to get things done as fast as I can. This is why I need the sleepy meds, otherwise, I don't sleep, like at all. 

That is not even the worst part though. I am being forced to get a job... at barns & noble or maybe GoodWill. Both of which I will like to have but I mean I do not really want to get a job. It is just kinda like me not wanting to drive. I do not want to because it means that more and more of my childish ways will have to be forgotten. I just do not think that I can have that. I love my childish ways too much to let them slip out of my fingers like they were nothing. I do want to be able to go to other places and write more and more and more. But I just do not like the idea of being in a car where if it rolls over the chances of it killing me are high. I am not saying that I am afraid of death. I am not afraid of him I just don't want to meet him when I am 16 YEARS OLD! Well, I am going to go and watch some more shows. 

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