#diaryofozy

[diaryofozythevampyre]

Visualise your tendrils like a colourful jellyfish. Like an octopus’s. Like bioluminescent strands that pick up energy wherever they’re placed.

Get creative.

[diaryofozythevampyre]

Would I do well at Vampyre events? Like catered to Vampyres? I know there’s the Vampire Ball—which great but like there’s so many people from what I have seen.

And what if I got together with Vampyres irl?

Or met any? Would we recognise one another?

[diaryofozythevampyre]

Created a sigil to put on the cup I’m drinking tea out of.

[diaryofozythevampyre]

Every bit of energy I’m taking I’m using to keep from getting sicker.

But it’s the first time when I don’t feel awful or like I’m dying

[diaryofozythevampyre]

I won’t lie my sister is ableist.

She doesn’t understand how my brain processes information. I really don’t care for how she does things sometimes.

I don’t think she understands or cares to understand the effort it takes for me to complete seemingly easy tasks.

[diaryofozythevampyre]

I feel I become emotionally detached when I’m balanced.

Like maybe I’m more honest? A bit more blunt? A bit less prone to doubt myself ?

[diaryofozythevampyre]

My coworker is extremely Islamophobic.

Can’t fucking stand him.

Waste of life.

[diaryofozythevampyre]

Hunger. Not like what they say.

It’s not a craving. A dull ache.

Like when you inhale smoke.

Or when you choke on water.

Your body violently responds to it.

It needs oxygen —-

No. Not like that.

It’s like realising you’d been holding your breath.

And drawing it in.

At last.

I can’t explain it.