The Child Of Misfortune

Misery, pain, despair, sadness and anger are the only feelings I know of. Cold-hearted is a term I'm used to, because I don't know how to be happy or understand the meaning of happiness. Oh... My apologies, I've forgotten to introduce myself. Well then; hello I am Yaku and I'm an orphan but I've never really had any parents or guardian. The caretakers of the orphanage call me the child of misfortune. All the people who took me in ended up returning me for reason or another. The elders who took me in all died in some tragic way, getting hit by cars, being murdered in the most brutal ways, diseases and many more ways that are too sickening to be told much less written. The young people who took me in lost loved ones or tragedy struck their homes in other words they went insane or went bankrupted etc. Myself with eyes of black and red, Black hair cut short that covers my face. The child of misfortune, no one to love no one to care for me. My belongings only consist of this journal, a stuffed animal tiger, many assorted books, my clothes, gifts and knick knacks from all the homes I’ve lived in. For all who read this be aware that this is not a diary but a journal to record the past things that have happened to me and others around me. I tell you all my story of how I’ve changed this world; do not be afraid, many kind people have gone wrong after seeing this child of misfortune’s world. Now it is your turn to see the child of misfortune’s world. But only the beginning…