The first time I listened to Static by flavor foley felt good— no, great. It was like a refreshing drink of cold water on a hot, summer afternoon. I resonate with this song. I see myself in her (“her” being Static Miku). I’ve felt just as desperate and obsessed as she has time and time again, but I didn’t know how to express it. And I still don’t. But that’s just my fault, right? I’ve chosen to be like this, haven’t I? Everyone thinks this is the path I’ve chosen, when I can hardly make decisions the same way I could before I had friends. I became obsessive because of how many times I had been abandoned before finding my “best friends”. I *really* thought they were the ones for me. The people I could rely on. And that was very stupid of me to believe. Because now, I’ve become a hollow shell of what I used to be, desperately carving my cries for help on my skin with my weak, fragile fingers, refusing to break down the walls I’ve built around myself over the years.
I think I’ve been rambling enough now.