The Story of My Life

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Every minute I spend exploring the city with my dragon card in my hand feels like a life sentence, but in a good way.
Downtowns have always been my thing
They were my escape.
There's something about the streets
The energy, and the art that makes me feel alive.
Whenever boredom creeps in,
I just wander.
The art, the buildings, the people—
It's all like stepping into a living painting. Everything is right in front of me
Waiting to be discovered.

Downtowns are special like that.
There's space to breathe, room to think.
When I need time for myself, I just disappear into the city's hidden corners—empty parking lots, alleyways, little cafes.
They all offer some kind of freedom.
There's a saying that "downtown girls are the biggest explorers," and I think it's true.
The city, in all its chaos, is like a maze you don't want to escape.
You lose yourself in it, and that's part of the fun.

And, of course, there's Kaibaland.
It's more than just a place; it's a dream made real, thanks to Kaiba.
He's spent years building it up, making sure it's a haven for duelists.
With Mokuba by his side, it's like Kaiba's pouring his soul into this project
Shaping it into something legendary.
That's what dreams are for, right?
To bring them to life
No matter how impossible they seem.

Today was one of those days where the heat seemed to smother the earth.
The sun was relentless, turning the city into a desert, and I could feel my skin drying up with every step.
I grabbed some water at a convenience store, making sure I wouldn't pass out from the heat.
As I walked, I could feel the weight of my small backpack—my essentials: my phone, wallet, keys, ID, and my deck of Duel Monster cards.
Without them, I wouldn't feel like myself.
It's funny how these small things define my life now.

I didn't finish school.
That's a long story—one that involves my parents thinking it was a waste of time.
They disappeared a while ago, and since then, I've had to figure things out for myself.
It's been rough, but I'm independent now, living in my own apartment with my cat Monty and my dog North.
They're my only family now.
We've all kind of stuck together since everything fell apart.
Some days, I feel like it's just me and them against the world.

As I walked through the streets, lost in thought and staring at my Silver White Eyes Dragon card
I felt a connection.
It's more than just a card to me.
There's something about it, something I can't quite explain, like it's trying to tell me something.
I never go anywhere without it.

But as I wandered, something shifted. I looked up and saw two guys blocking my path.
They didn't look too pleased to see me.
Why? I had no clue.
It's not like I knew them, and it's not like I was causing any trouble.
But their faces told me they didn't like me—like I didn't belong,
Like.. I wasn't welcome.

I've been on my own for a long time now.
No family, no backup.
I've learned not to expect respect from people
Not when I'm just some lonely independent girl who's trying to make it on her own.
But still, it stung.... that bad
Their glares made me feel even smaller...
Like the world was reminding me how alone I really am.

Being alone... that's what I'm doing right now.

It's relaxing, even fun in its own way.
There's a certain peace to it like there's a place to it
A quiet feeling that feels sorta nice to itself
But... sometimes.. being alone can also make you realize how much you need someone
How much you just need a hug..
Even if you don't want to admit it.

And this time...
What I mean this time
Being alone doesn't feel lucky at all
This is not the exact moment of the right time being alone for what it means to be alone this time