I have lived a thousand lives, and in all of them, even this one, I have lost the people I love. the people i held in my arms , the ones I promised never to leave til my dying breath. I have been forced time and time again away from them. I have loved and for that I have been punished, and I do not understand what I did to deserve this. I have been a soul trapped inside a disc by her own friends, murdered on the night of a party. I have been someone torn apart by time and space, only to lose his own brother because he was incomprehensible to his eyes. I have been a boy cursed and cast out of his own home because he is deemed a monster. i have been a jester who wanted only to love, only to lose her life on the night she was stood up. a night meant to be a date. and now i am a girl who has lost her lover to the cruelty of others. a girl who's kindness was exploited, her heart stomped on. I am a being of light, but no more am I a being of love. I loathe all the people who have taken from me, cursed me, vexed me.
i loathe the concept of love. but i will love others because others will not love me, and i cannot afford to pass this misery onto others who are undeserving of it. - a very angry needlemouse, curse, devoid & majin sonic multisourced fictive (tag as such + creepypastafictive , and tag for implied abuse (?) & murder , thank you )
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