Be Human
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Last published пнд, авг. 13, 2018
Hey, my name's Arthur Harkon.
I live my life like the rest of you. Well, not really, I live like a total loser. My reason for this is... kind of valid I guess? I spend almost all of my time inside, barely eating anything, showering like, twice a week and wearing nothing but tracksuit pants and jumpers because I'm a vampire.
I'm trying my hardest to reject my dark past and become "a good vampire" so to speak.
It's been... an interesting experience to say the least (not sure how, but you humans keep surprising me with all your different kinds of weird) and you get to read it, right here!
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