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worthless mortals! They dare seek help from us! I shall drain them and become their ruler!! The one thing they all fear is me. And I am their worst nightmare.



All humans have been warned!

Another day, still depressed. Which is all in my head, right? Everyone has their problems to deal with so why worry about anyone else's?

Why not? If you've been through the same things someone else is going through now, wouldn't it be compassionate to help them out?

Or suppose you don't want to go through that a gain and do everything in your power not to go through it and people call you selfish.

What about the other person that's going through it? They know it's their problem, and they're trying to deal with it. But what if they've run out of all the options they have? It's still their problem, but what now? what do you do when you run out of all your options? When every single door is closed and locked, do you just keep going down the hall of your miserable life? Or do you try and unlock all the doors? Or hit them as hard as you can while screaming in rage and knowing that you're losing the battle? And after all that, do you finally give up and sink deeper into yourself, while sliding to the floor, crying?

All these thoughts going through your head, you keep thinking that you're selfish and keep destroying yourself over it, trying to help others out just to try and prove to yourself that you're not like other people at all. You are very different. But what you don't realize is that you are doing exactly what you didn't want to do. And you realize, that since growing up, the disattachment that you caused around people with yourself is why no one else is helping you out.

So you try and change. You reach out to them, thinking that if you help them out, they would return the favor.

All too soon, you find out the truth: Everyone is selfish and out for themselves. Why should you be any different?

But still, the growing desire of being different than everyone else is causing you to become the very thing you despise.

So now what? Do you sit in you little corner, crying, trying to figure out who you are while falling into nothingness? Or get lost in the crowd?

The old adage, "Life is what you make it," means little, if not nothing to me. I do not talk much about myself, or my past. And it is very hard for me to 'open up.'

But I will tell you this; every thing I write in here is a just a sliver of what and who I am. And anyone who reads it will surely know that. I am deeper than the ocean, yet at times shallow as well. Though not inherently evil, as some may term, I am not discriminating. I do not fear oddities, I do not judge. I am very friendly and very easy to get along with. Once you break down the exterior.

And I am always on guard for a reason. That reason will soon reveal itself.

I am also a writer. I was a scribe in the Ukrane back in 1800s and have been a writer ever since.

Though I prefer the Dark and its delicious scent, every once in a while, I crave light. So I indulge in it from time to time with no regrets. I feel it keeps my sanity, however satiric it is.

And though I work in the day, my tastes have not gone bland for the night. And whenever I cann, I stay up late just to revel in the tremendous amount of energy it has. Far more than the Day.

I have succumbed to its influence. And I am not afraid.

Today is the beginning of my immortal life. Although it is just the beginning, I've already been through hell. Despite what mortals think, it isn't all that bad. A twisted, dark, nightmarish atmosphere is really only the individual's perception. Sitting in my little dark corner of hell, I laugh at what others consider to be horrible. because they have yet to open their minds and realize the truth.