I'm a Writer and an Artist

I should clarify this online, since many people find my reaction to finding out that I live in a world of Gods and Monsters not normal.

I am a writer and artist fascinated with horror and Gothic literature. Knowing that there exists beings that I have wished were real to add some spice to my life is literally exciting for me. Not sexually exciting, since I have an audience and most of them seem to be trolls. More like "Oh, this thing can make you bleed birds out? That's fucking pretty wicked."

If my opinion on my fate has any worth to it, I'd rather be neural and just witness and write stories about these things, as I doubt anyone not in the know already, who has seen these things, will believe it, but those that are in the know, they can appreciate my work and art. Sadly, I'm told that I'm left to what ever tests they can devise to see how I react before my fate is decided. Joy.

I haven't dreamt of anything, thankfully. The last one nearly killing me has me questioning the worth of this so called Gift that I'm learning about. I'm guessing I'll be hospitalised for constant medical if those kinds of dreams happen too often, and boy will that be fun for a creative.

My only complaint about my Guests is that you, Maggie, have my Mum thinking I'm dating. Of all the troubles I have to worry about, your brother won't let me tell her it was the drink still talking and nothing was happening between us.

I'm glad she doesn't know about my blog.

Anyway, that being cleared up, I guess I should swallow some of my pride here and apologise for some of the things I have said to Sergei. I'm sorry you have to be a troll. Fuck you. And now that's done.