Life is harsh and cruel, I learned the hard way. Death. I went from faking happiness to feeling torture. My life wasn't perfect but I wouldn't complain, it was simple and fun and wild. Now?
Its complicated with learning new things about myself everyday, its fearful when I see the hunger through my eyes and someone ends up laying dead on the side of a street or crying out for help as I drain away their life, its a constant struggle when I try to fight the demon within me.
I'm called Snow Whyte, don't ask me why my parents named me that, I have no idea. But what I can tell you is that life is a bitch but so is karma and one day it will bite you in the neck. I learned that so what do I do when I find love even though my heart no longer beats, I find air even though I can no longer breathe.
This is my deadly fairytale of love and hate, life and death....