Lookism: What Am I Even Doing?

CHERRY (7)

You

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Me

There's nothing left of us anymore.

You blame me.

I blame you.

We blame each other when the fault lies with us both.

So take responsibility for what you've done and I'll do the same.

That way, when we both wake up, we won't hate ourselves so much anymore.

Can't we promise that much?

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But I don't want to take responsibility. Taking responsibility means showing everyone else that they were right about me. I don't want to give them that satisfaction.

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Well, they were right weren't they?

If I can admit that then so can you.

Aren't I supposed to be what's wrong with you?

So why is that I'm making more sense than you?

Or do you wish to continue hiding?

Even before all this you hid in suffocating false confidence.

Never have you loved yourself.

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You're such a pain in the ass. Why don't you start cursing or telling me off as you always do? Since when can you speak so eloquently? It's freaking me out.

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Just go back to sleep.

We won't be awake for a while now.

Not completely.

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Is it that bad?

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What do you think? There's only so much that a person can take before they go insane.

Just be glad you didn't kill yourself in the process.

CHERRY: LIFE OF A FIGHTER

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"Haha! It's not enough! It's not enough!"

Chiyo's contorted, monstrous face entered my mind for the hundredth time in the past five minutes. Yesterday...I still don't want to believe what happened yesterday. First, I get attacked for not taking shit from a pair of kids in big boy pants. Then comes Chiyo.

Was something actually wrong with her?

No. There was no doubt something was wrong with Chiyo Inoue. But comparing what I've noticed about her until now and then yesterday, it's like watching over a child with emotional issues. Save the fact that she is still technically a child, her mind never really is where it's supposed to be.