A distant memory of the past seemingly resurfaces from the memories of a long-forgotten time
"Move god damn it! Are you seriously this weak? What the hell have your parents been feeding you? Oi, why aren't you guys laughing? Isn't this funny?" False smiles and laughter were invoked and beneath his footing lies an unbreakable will
'God damn it!'
The weak and timid boy couldn't do anything but clench his fist in frustration and deep below lies his longing. A wish he could only seek to attain in his dreams and even if he did only problems and a never-ending self-loathing. Why was he weak? Why should he have to suffer? He asked himself whilst only being capable of clenching his fist, gritting his teeth, and hiding his glare. Why exactly was the world against someone like him?
