I've been experiencing strange cravings as I eat normal human food, and often gag on what makes it past the smell. When I think of blood, however, I'm even more hungry than before. It may be that I am experiencing my bloodchange, for my eyes are now sensitive to light and ears to sound. I stay up later, eat less, and crave even more. I'm only now learning how to control it.
Hey, my name's Karter, and I'm a real life vampire. Blood gives me this rush that's beyond any human words, and sometimes its the only thing I can stomach. I usually joke around, sucks having a boner when you're trying to eat, haha, but it does get a little hard at times, finding a doner willing to let me bite them, or have them stick a needle into themselves over and over, at the least, once a week. Not to mention, I just moved, so it gets pretty lonely.
I go beyond gender most days, but if absolutely necessary, I prefer to be called male. I'm single, bisexual, and in my junior year of high school. Warped Tour is awesome, Kellin Quinn would definitely be my eternal husband, and I'd starve myself of life eternal(blood, duh) if it meant I could bite some of Andy Biersack's lower parts and spend the rest of forever rubbing him in everyone's face.
Out of all the creepypasta characters, I would probably tie up me being either Jeff the Killer or Ticci Toby.
bands:
famous last words
black veil brides
system of a down
pierce the veil
falling in reverse
sleeping with sirens
Mayday parade
my chemical romance
anal cunt
chunk, no captain chunk!
panic! At the disco
bring me the horizon
of mice and men
escape the fate
motionless in white
ghost town
the pretty reckless
breaking Benjamin
get scared
So a little more about me: I'm a loner. Anyone that knows me has said this. I love loud places like concerts, but can never actually stick to a conversation and make friends like me. Some people are lucky enough for me not to have found them annoying or rude, but for the most part I don't like people. If I have to do a group project, it's either me or no one doing any of the work, because I don't work well with other people. If given the choice, I work alone. I guess you could say that I'm more of a lone wolf than one to run with the pack. Who knows, maybe I just haven't found the right pack.
"I'm sorry I exist. I forgot what landed me on your black list," he said as the stake dropped to the ground.
Random lyrics I wrote:
Bite me where pleasure meets pain, but know when you do, I'll be the one screaming your name.
