Why do I exist? < REALLY WEIRD AND ANGSTY

I am unimportant am I not? No one likes me for me. People just like me. I guess that's right... but people like other people. It's not fair that I'm so...


Other people have problems because their lives are in trouble.


My problem's not my life, but the person living it.

I am not your friend

Will anything you say change that? Probably not.

STAB STAB STAB

Blood everywhere, House cat forgets me. Who remembers? My Sister is so nice... I don't want to drive her away. I did it, I bled all over them. I feel so bad.

No one wounds me. I wound myself and no one comes to my aid. One day this will end. The life of one like me... so interesting




And it was said
Make this one without the wisdom of pain
Nothing would come upon them,
And their tears shed in ignorance
Unable to understand anyone else

And it was asked
Then is this one cursed?
What is their purpose

And purpose was
So that knowledge of ignorance
Would bring good to them
The constant evolution
Maintained by the inability to justify the self



Princess asks "Why was I born?"
(How fitting I be the princess. I watched Lagann-hen today, you know)
 The answer: So that you could have asked that question

The reason I made this blog

was to cover up my wound. But I stopped. I let it all out. I keep pouring and pouring. It was horrible... that thing that happened. The wounds are too much.

I feel like a shell. I think I know how Robert had felt