Ugh, you have no idea how much I hate this time of year. Not just because of the constant anemic cravings, but also because of the incessant squeaking of every little thing. My echolocation is a blessing and a curse. I can navigate through the darkest of spaces with ease, but it’s a nightmare when I’m trying to focus on something else. Like, have you ever tried to read a book while listening to the incessant squeak of a mouse in the background? It’s like they’re trying to drive me mad.
I was at the library the other day, trying to do some research for a paper on, of all things, the art of echolocation. I was sitting at a table, trying to concentrate, when suddenly I heard the most God-awful screeching noise coming from the floor above. I looked up, and it was some idiot with a squeaky shoe, oblivious to the fact that they were driving me slowly insane. I wanted to scream, but I knew that would just make things worse. So, I did what any self-respecting bat-lady would do: I bit my tongue and tried to focus on my work.
It’s days like these that I wish I could just turn off my echolocation. Just for a little while, you know? But it’s not that easy. It’s like my brain is hardwired to always be on the lookout for potential threats. And don’t even get me started on the whole ‘blood cravings’ thing. It’s like my body is constantly reminding me that I’m a monster, a creature of the night, a being of unquenchable thirst. It’s a never-ending cycle of hunger and shame, and I don’t know how much more of it I can take.
>Soulkyn