The irony

maybe a lot of people are vampires. But not the ones we love to read about. The ones we dress up as, the ones we make stories of. No, they are another kind. The bad kind. Those who suck your happiness and make your soul dry and cold. Those who see you cry and your tears feed their emptiness. Those that know you are dying and only care about themselves, so they don't come to your funeral, so that they won't be sad seeing you dead, even though when you were alive, they didn't show much happiness about it. These people raise their hands. They show me and they tell each other "that girl is a Devil worshiper,she calls herself a vampire and dresses up in black". The irony. Makes me anxious to think that there are only a few people out there who can read and understand and feel this. But it also makes me proud if I manage to get to them and have the honor to have opened up to them. On a brighter note, makes us even more special that we are rare!💙