~Written in the fever dream of the new obsession I've found in my lonely days of office work, the Vampire Diaries~ I've lived through times of joy, of war, of so very many things. Loved ones have long been lost and I can only find comfort it seems, in the one who made me. We are the only true companions, the only ones who can ever be kept within arms reach who don't end up under the soil, withered and decayed. In my 250 years walking this absence of live, I must say, I regret what allowed to happen. Having to move every five, ten years and sometimes even change my name for a while, is exhausting, even for someone who doesn't easily get tired. The lives I take, they weigh on me constantly. I can only hope that the attachment of others, doesn't make an endless life worse than it already is.