“ The pain of being treated like a mere object. And a sense that this pain would turn into pleasure. ”
Friends are a weird thing. It seems like they know all about you, but then they don’t understand you at all.
~ Natsuo Kirino
In order to induce the process of decay, water is necessary. I think that, in the case of women, men are the water.
In reality of everyday occurrences I've had to submit to people in order not to lose them. It's less the submission that bothers me, I guess, than how it makes my life miserable. And what happens if I can't forgive myself for making that choice? And what if, in order to keep on living, I have to continue to accept myself? What am I supposed to do? Conclusion: It'd be best if I'm destroyed. The best thing is for me just to vanish.
If you say I hide things because I'm shy, that can't be right. I've finally realized it's for a different reason-- that I don't want to see the darkness that lies in my heart