I work too much- I am an overnight warehouse supervisor (glamourous, I know)
I am 31 y/o chronologically, but there's about 10 years of my life that I don't remember, so I guess that makes me 21. (I like that better)
I have dark red hair, blue eyes and pale skin thanks to my Irish/Welsh/German descent.
I suffer from a serious lack of intellectual stimulation in my life. The enviroment in which I spend most of my time- work- involves dealing with people who have a herd mentality. Fortunatly, my position allows be to be a shepherd amongst the sheep. The line of work I chose to be in is very physical. I have a need to be active at all times. If I had to sit behind a desk, I would surely slit my own throat to escape the boredom. I work with all men. In fact, I am the only woman to ever hold my position in my company. I have fought hard to gain the respect that I now enjoy, but it was worth every minute.
I was raised Catholic (which I consider to be a form of child abuse- sorry if I offend) but have evolved into a Pagan. I wouldn't consider myself a Wiccan. They are too kind-hearted for my tastes. I do practice witchcraft but have not molded myself into any particular denomination. I have extensivly studied religions and adore the ancient languages and I have a special obsession with Demonology.
I don't have many friends, not too many people can deal with the fact that I'm always working. I tend to come off as being cold-hearted when in reality I am just quiet and shy. I have difficulties showing emotions, which makes me seem uncaring, and although I try not to, I always seem to hurt the ones I love most.
How I relate to Vampirism
I call myself a vampire for a number of reasons. It's not so much the lifestyle, I live a fairly "normal" life. I would've considered myself a goth when I was a kid, now I'm just me. I have a love for the night, I work the graveyard shift, and have a natural aversion to sunlight. My skin blisters and burns in no time, but that can be attributed to my pale complexion. My eyes cannot handle bright sun, but they are also pale. But this is not what makes me a vampire.
I feed on blood. It is more of a lust, an addiction. I can survive without, but I do not want to. And if a donor is not available and I need the rush, then I will feed on my own blood. It gives me an enormous burst of energy, a wonderful high. I do it quite often, several times a day. I prefer the blood of another, but my own still does the trick. I wonder if there's anyone else out there who feeds like this?
For the longest time, I have felt strange about it, and alone. I have often been looked at as weird and a freak. My husband has been the only one who has ever truly embraced my nature. And for that, I adore him.
Some of my art & poetry
To My Master
You know who you are
Beyond the dark of this empty soul
Is a smile that warms the cold
I can see your demons, I know them by name
They have spoken to me in a dream
They are beautiful and treacherous
And hold the secrets of your soul
They speak to me often, sometimes words I cannot understand
But they know me as well as you do
And they have eased the pain
If I close my eyes again I can go back and see your face
If I shut down all my senses, I can feel your last embrace
Memories keep me strong, imagination keeps it clear
But reality is cold and bright, I know that you're not here
This is my theme song right now. It says alot about me.
~My Dream Car~
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Test
Tranquilized, Scrutinized
Hate injected mind
As if internal wounds
Wouldn't bleed, Wouldn't hurt me
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