Hi,
My name is Myriam. I am an ordinary girl in a little town in Quebec, CAN. Since I am 8, I dream about being a vampire, becoming one was my "dream job" and later on, my hope for an escape door. I lost my mother for she's decided to make bad choices in life, and I saw this as the first step into change. Then I got bullied for 8 years.
I had no friend, exept for Kat, who is still my best friend since we are 8. I wasn't lucky finding a boyfriend or a girlfriend. All I asked was to be accepted, not laughed at. I wanted love, but I couldn't find it. The only thing that made me smile was my dog and my best friend, who moved far away.
I clinged on the little hope that, maybe, in all my fantasies, I could make it.
I wanted to become a vampire, that's all I was hoping for. Believe it or not, it's been 11 years now, and I still wake up at night wishing I could be a vampire.
And i'm not. What a disapointment I am to myself when I think about this. I'm weak, not intelligent enough. All the ambition I once had about a future job as a German Teacher went away when I realise I come from a broke family, that pull me down every time I think about school, and when I also realised that
SHIT. LIFE IS SO SHORT. All i planned on doing would take centuries to make.
The Curse of Imagination and Hope.