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Seije Hakazuki

Call me what you want, but you can't call me broke.

Or, is it the other way around.

Since I was 16 I have been drifting farther and farther away, and as much as I wish I could stop it, it just won’t end. This feeling of being so different and misunderstood, no matter how much I connect with anyone, still feels so constant. I had one friend, who truly seemed to understand. Not even a close friend, just a friend. We understood each other. We both dealt with similar demons, with similar thought processes, and similar addictions. We both acknowledged it. We talked about it daily, and thought it didn’t end the struggle, it made things bearable. Then he left, and I haven’t heard from him since. Even my closest friends don’t seem to truly understand. 

I actually had a great night, now for another.

I wont stop you