She used to draw a little heart on her hand, every day that she was with that boy. Every day. I wonder if she did it right up until the last day.
She always seemed a little sad, my best friend. She shone as bright as the sun, but she always had the feel of a bittersweet ending. It was wrong that that girl ever suffered a day in her life. Every person to ever make her cry should be ashamed. I still think of her as an angel, even though we've come apart. I always will.
Obsession, thy name is Gackt. I trawled through 150 pages of photos of him today. I collected 167 pictures and put them in a folder. I've also been listening to his songs all day. Do I kind of worship him? Yes. He's so beautiful, it's hard not to.
I'm tired. There are drawings of hands all over my desk. My drawings. I've been practicing more. I'm tired. I don't know what my name is. I'm tired.
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