Gazing at this uniform lined with gold trims squeezing invincible hands around my throat... it's so suffocating but mommy loves me and this is little to bear for love
It's still early but I can enjoy the train ride...I wonder if when we become a loving family again will dad bring me in his car to school like he does my younger sister?
I hate today, I hate the people I'm about to meet today, I hate the place I'm living. Ne? Why can't I be the protagonist for once?
Am I Destined for a life of doom, the antagonist with no friends, no love just another day clouded with shrewd darkness
Hahaha now that I think about it, it's quite befitting for me, an unwanted child of the Senshi Corporations.
To hell with wealth I just need that one light at the end of the tunnel to guide me somewhere
Sighs… it's just another delusion I've done to myself but I still crave it somehow.
Just be a good girl and you'll have a loving family again.
I often wonder when it all started… the hate, abuse and my silence. It's so funny how one moment we're as happy as cherry blossoms blooming in its finest form, small petals fluttering in the evening wind as the sunset gives an evening kiss even the celestial beings casting their delicate gaze on the mortal they wish to corrupt like roses capturing garden hinges never to let go would stop just to be jealous of how beautiful our family was…
I suppose the celestials only paused to look at us knowing the destruction that awaited me for the mere change in my appearance made me an outcast...is it so wrong to be different or is it that everyone around me is different?
When was the last time I spoke? Probably at the tender age of 6 when this insanity crept into our hearts. If somebody told that little girl then never to go out that day I probably would have listened but as fate would have it the grim reaper took a hold of me like the mad hatter playing farm heroes harvesting the soul of an already dead child haunting me even to this day.
This sinister feeling if I were to describe it, it'd be the moist ground beneath, soaked in morning dew, dark clouds clashing with ashen skies riding on Hercules wind that keeps raging within, slowly approaching like a typhoon with no escape route for me to go.
Is it destiny? Is it just the world's proclamation that it's rejecting me? Or am I so detestable that even the gods curse my existence?
On days like these when my mind is chaotic I wish to dive in the typhoon instead of waiting for it to sweep me off my feet...maybe darkness is my friend and only solace after all
Attention All passengers we have reached destinato-
On trains, everyone coexists within that limited time and all ceases to exist. Sad people, happy people, living dead people, unwanted people, unloved people, young and old people all shared that one little world together. In this lifetime the few minutes spent here means the universe to me
...no judgment
...no tears
…and no gripping sensation in my heart with double knots ready to suffocate me.