how deafening. . . it's absurd how they're all honoring my birthday, back then I was merely a nobody that people wouldn't even glance at twice now they hold banquets and festivals for me how hypocritical.
it's tiresome. that is all I can say about this occasion.
ever since that day, my life has been a full monochrome it has all been the same
nothing really amazes me anymore the blood of my brother is on my hands it haunts me time-to-time but I don't really care my brother hurt me a lot he accused me of mocking him when I never did.
well, I guess now maybe I am mocking him . . .
that's when I saw a woman dancing. I see things like this often yet this woman's way of dancing is different. her way of dancing is astonishing.
sorry for the short chapter
