Lonesome as I can be, I don't belong here in Japan. I should've stayed in America with mom. Sadly, her new husband suggested we moved to Japan. What a big impact that made for me. All the packing and packing and packing is so stressful and tiring. I have to leave my friends behind and try to fit into a place where I clearly don't belong. The kids there probably will look at me strangely since I'm a foreigner. I really don't care anymore. The day my new 'dad' got into my mom's and my life, I really wanted no part in it. I hate him. But mom doesn't. Well, turns out, I met someone I can hang out with after all. But then it got intense and strange. I didn't know what I got into. Until I went too far. Until I lost control. Until I lost sight of my own self and will.