The Thought Process of Shu Kurenai

Why I Am Doing This

I have never pegged myself as the type who wrote in diaries. Not because I think it's too girly. I actually like a lot of feminine stuff. This is something I wouldn't admit out loud to anyone except Valt, but that's one of the advantages of writing in a private diary. Books can't talk. At least, I hope they don't.

Okay, I am getting off topic. The reason why I am writing here is because Valt told me that journaling would be good for me because of everything I have been through.

I have never considered writing in a diary before because I just didn't think of it. Maybe if I had done it from the start, I would have avoided making a few bad choices. I won't say what these choices are now. I will get to them eventually, but I am not ready yet.

Well, you would have heard of me if you were human. My name is Shu Kurenai. Beyblade Legend, owner of the Raging Bulls, former member of the Beigoma Academy Beyclub, and formerly Red Eye.

I don't want to talk about the last part yet. It's part of one of my mistakes.

I am incredibly popular and famous. Almost everyone knows my name. Every time I walk into a room, people keep squealing. They are all like, "Oh, that's Shu Kurenai!"

I don't have anything against this. I don't blame them. I would probably get excited too if a famous person came walking past me. Only inside my head, because I can't lose my calm and composed nature over a fanboy attack.

But no one actually knows me. Well, Valt does. And so does Xander. And the members of the original Beigoma Academy Beyclub. There's a difference between knowing someone's public image and really knowing them.

I will use Sam Vincent as an example. He is an actor in several kids' shows. Ninjago fans know him as Lloyd. Slugterra fans know him as Eli. You only have to search him up in the internet to know what he looks like.

But can anyone actually recall his favourite colour? What he likes to eat? His fears? No, because they don't actually know him.

I was always referred to as the perfect child. Cute, intelligent, athletic, quiet, studious, well-behaved. But with perfection comes pressure. I felt that I always had to be the best in everything. First it was grades. Then it was Beyblade.

I will explain everything over time. But I should stop now before I end up sounding overwhelming. I am very tired and need a break.

Well, everyone is forcing me to take a month off work and Beyblade because apparently I am overworking myself.

Okay, maybe that's true, but the point is I have a lot of time to write this all down.