The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

MARCH 4, 2012

PART 1

“WHAT AM I”?





Different people do different things. I, like most people, have difficulty finding what they are truly interested in. I have an interest in painting, drawing, photography, singing and also writing. I say I’m pretty good at all of them, but perhaps not the singing. I have my good days and my toad days, but that happens with everything. Alas, no one is perfect in everything that they do. Even if its’ something they are good at. Makes sense?

So what am I? An artist, a photographer, a singer? Or a writer at heart? Maybe I am, but I really don’t see it. I have tried writing other things such as scripts to manga books. And…I just stop. I become no longer in tune with the story of fictional characters who I try so hard to add realistic characteristics and situations to. Am I trying to hard? Maybe it’s all simple to do, but I refuse to think. Maybe. Or maybe I don’t want to sit down, make up fake people, make up a ridiculous story about how a teen boy who is pathetic as can be, is really a Lion lord thing that furries from a clan worship. Perchance I don’t want to write about some girl who has a crappy life, and then unexpectedly something out of her wildest dreams happens. It’s expected.

I just noticed that right now me writing all of my past ideas down…Bothers me. I now look back, and I despise my old ideas. I remember so many, that I even think I have forgotten half of them. Ideas running through my little head when I was younger. Always wanting to say something, wanting to make up a joke, to make up a story. A mind. It is a great thing. When you think of the right things. But to make up a story…That’s not what I really desire. I don’t want to make up a story. Just so people can see what “kind of material” I do. So people to say “Oh, this reminds me of a piece of work I’ve read before.” And the worst thought of all…Readers thinking that what I am writing is cliché. Oh, how I dread that thought. I don’t want that at all.

What I would like is for people to know me. For people to read me through my eyes, even though they’ve never seen me. For my readers to understand me, even when they have no clue of what I am speaking about. But that’s the point. I want something strange, something unique. And that’s what I want you to know. Every detail of everything strange, the unique happenings in my life down to the most interesting cup of ice cream I might recommend for you to try later.

Yes… I want to talk to you, and I want you to know everything.





So do you know what I am yet? It’s alright if you don’t, because honestly I haven’t the slightest idea either. Probably mad but hey, who’s judging? All I can say is that I am an eleventh grader, my current age is seventeen, my eyes are blue, my hair is dark, and I live for tea. Yummo. I’m five feet and four inches and not expecting to get any taller for I have not moved an inch in three years. I am going through some very odd relationship issues, and that in eight months I will be eighteen years old, and that I want to use up my time writing and thinking. But be warned, this is a book of everything me. Like a personal journal that is not very private.

You’re probably thinking “Should she really be doing this?” Oh, it’s not a matter of “if I should” it’s a matter of I can. I can because I want to. And this is pretty much one of some things my family won’t hold me back from doing. And I am damn well going to write and no one, not even me is going to stop me. So everything about me goes here for your eyes and your eyes only. Unless you’re letting a friend read over your shoulder. Everything true, everything me, every new thought, every past thought that goes through my mind. Like right now my right hand hurts, and my fingers smell like oranges. Yay for fruit.

Everyone has criticism for everything, so I will endure everything you think and say at this point. And at this point I am overjoyed. You got this far into my little thoughts. I guess you do understand me? Or you don’t and you want to. That’s great news. This means that you are interested in what I have to offer to you. In what I have to tell you. Interested in knowing this fact that I Zayris Dennise Rivera-Souffront, am not wasting my time with fake characters, and making them have “realistic” whatevers.

I need you to understand, and to continue reading on. I have things to tell you, things to make you feel, smell, hear, taste and see from my words. I did not bring you a story. I have brought you myself. When you continue reading on you will see me. My attitude. Everything, like I said. Something totally non-fictional. Genre? I have no idea. Overall topic? Hm. How about something fresh? Something unknown? Something real? That’s it. The real me.

Honestly it’s scary, but I don’t mind you knowing the real me. This is Zayris Souffront concluding her first entry on March 4, 2012 at 10:45 pm.

P.s. Reader,

I think this is going to be fun. (^ o ^) Time for bed…!

Watching anime called Ghost Hunt...I want to talk to you..Get out of work already