| Akasuna no Sasori ( @ 2008-01-29 17:31:00 |
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| Current music: | "Horses In the City", Nina Gorden |
| Entry tags: | abandoned, hurt, miwako, response: cissnei, response: larxene, response: lin, response: miwako, response: shibuya, response: zack, sakura, sasori is displeased, sasori talks anatomy, schuldig, unhappy sasori is unhappy, zack |
049 + I hang my head and hide my face. I just feel out of place like horses in the city...
I decided I'm coming to work tomorrow.
So I'll need some reports, if you all would be so kind as to give them to me.
And I decided against the festivel.
Because it was a retarded idea.
| Private: Hard to hack//Screened from Wesker/Hojo/Grantz |
| There is weakness in the air. Every time, every day, I cut away, and with nothing in return, I dissolve into nothingness. I gave you pieces of my heart, and in return, I am abandoned, forgotten, left behind. There's nothing left for me but what I take by force. I have grown weak. I pass out favors so quickly and there is nothing left for me to give to myself. Everyone knows; there aren't any secrets, no trust however much I give it to you and it's your fault. "Friends" make you weak. I was worried. I was really, really worried, and almost scared. No one tells me anything; Wesker was right, I really am out of the loop. But I was worried; yet who cares? Why should it bother anyone if I'm a little worried? I don't want everything, I just want a small piece that will only be for me. |
EDIT: I'm starting to notice how hard it is to ignore someone you really don't want to ignore.