“I’ve read every book on the shelf and still don’t know what I’ve become.”
I tried mixing the two. It was... fine. The cup shattered mid-sip and I’m choosing to believe that’s symbolic.
Today I wore my cloak inside-out for four hours. No one said anything. This city has the manners of a graveyard.
I found a note in my own handwriting that reads: “Don’t forget the pigeon.” I’ve decided not to ask.
I tried to wear my mother's old silver neclace, I now have burn marks around my neck. Makes me wish I had the complexion for gold.
I have aquired a bag of medical hemoglobin through ethically and legally questionable methods, I will be drinking it out of a bowl with a spoon so as to feel less...medical.
Update: Disgusting, the attempt at normalcy did not help. If this is sustenance then I will gladly starve.
I did some research on Vampires and I read that when we are happy or content we can purr, much like a bat. I suppose I have yet to experence such contentment.