Dear Diary,
I'd write (like every other girl out there) the words, "This is the story of my life" as I spilled my deepest darkest secrets into the pointless, stupid, unresponsive book but that would be stupid, because I'm dead.
I'm sick and tired of people always going, "Oh you're so beautiful!", and "You're so pale!" "You're so dainty!" and "Dang girl, those are some pointy teeth!"
Most of all, I'm sick of hearing, "Oh hey wanna go out?" the answer will always, ALWAYS, be no. I'm a vampire. That means of course I'm pretty, of course I'm pale, duh I'm dainty and whoop dee da, I got sharp teeth. They come with the trade, you can't be an effective blood sucker if you can't lure your prey into some dark alley to drain them.
Finally, of course I can't go out with you, I might start liking you and as the merciless selfish vampire I am, I can't allow that. I can't allow my heart to be broken again. I'm a vampire, I can guarantee you, you'll die before me.
What do you know? Maybe this whole diary thing might work after all. Anyways, goodnight Diary, I'll write again tomorrow.
Evana
