The Diary of A Vampire Vol. 2

The second diary of a vampire the first one is Dairy of a vampire without the Vol. 2 on it. It had somewhere close to 100 chapters so I started a new one.


30. Entry 30; Sun Oct 15, 2017

 I smell? I smell! I SMELL?! Do you know what? I know that I do. Not because I don't have the money to afford something for it or because of something like THAT. But I SMELL?!?! HYeah in the room I acted like it didn't matter but who the hell am I trying to fool?! That hurt so much that I didn't even cry. Do you want to know why? Because I CAN'T you stupid person. I am never hungry and I never cry in front of people unless I have my life on the line and I can trust the person. Do you think I care if I SMELL BAD to you?!?! HELL NO. I could care less what you have to think about me. I have learned from people like you boss lady but um you know I DON'T CARE!!! Hell, right now I am trying to quit my job to get away from pulling in damn carts. I hate doing that and I am not going to do that for the rest of my damned life. Yes, I am damned and yes I don't GIVE a damn. Do you want to know something else about me boss lady? I have lost a best friend of mine. I haven't had a best friend since she and I haven't spoken much since she left. I said congrats to her today on facebook and that was it. You hear me! THAT WAS IT! It hurt like hell when I slide her image to the bottom of my phone to get rid and ignore the fact that she told me 'hello' I am NOT stable. Boss lady I think about what your blood tastes like. Half the freaking people that go in and out of that cursed place I think about what type their blood is. Hell, I am hearing the invisible cow whispering words of horrible things in my damned head. Half of them seem fun to do the other half are too brutal to even say here. There are so many things I don't tell anyone, just because I know what they will do. I can take a lot of shit but someone telling me something hurtful nicely is not one of them. GOD DAMN IT!!! If you're going to say something like that don't do it to my face. Get my number that way I CAN'T do the soild and draw you into a monster. It is what I do. Hearing voices, seeing things in my eyes, knowing things that no one should know, doing things that no one else can, and the thoughts. The thoughts are haunting. Today I swear I thought, "I can hear his blood. The little business boy." He was a little business boy and I could hear his blood. Rushing through his body really fast. It made my mouth water and my ears ach because it was loud as ever. He made me hungry for his blood but he wouldn't go away. Now I need to go and make some sleepytime tea so I can go to sleep. I am not going o eat dinner tonight. Eating is just sad now. Always being forgotten because of your brother. He makes me so angry sometimes. 

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