why im running away

hey freaks! i told you id tell all about why i want to go to coldtown, so thats what this post will be. 

much like my beloved onyx abyss, i always, always had a love for everything dark, gorey, and macabre. i found it beautiful. i would get bullied and made fun of, called a freak just for being who i was. and loss marked much of my life. i lost friends, family, lovers, and pets left and right, it didnt seem like i could keep anything. i have some inexplicable tie to death, and i want to pursue it to its full potential.

also, vampires have always intrigued me. they are so beautiful and elegant, but so cruel and harsh. when the outbreaks started, i fell deeply in love with vampirism. it isnt enough just to see or hear about it. i want to be part of it. i want that sort of pale, timeless beauty. i want the long life full of opulence and partying. i want the respect and fear given to them.

aside from my draw to darkness, well.. my family isnt so great. my dad hates me and treats me like a maid or a trophy, and nobody else does anything about it. my brother said hed be happier if i was dead, and he beats me up fairly regularly. my mother has seen the scars on my wrists and thighs and stayed quiet. they dont care about me.

as such! im going to a place where i can be my own person; a place where i can have a second chance, and a pathway to finally reach my darkest dreams and desires. ive thought long and hard, and i know that this is what i want.