People told me that I'm beautiful but suddenly I choose this path. I don't believe in the use of talking.
I love my hair, I love my scissor. I kept them when I use to... well, something that people don't like it as much as I do.
Breathing. The surface just getting higher. In this couture, acting, bewildering and joy. None of this making me blurry.
No more screaming. No more crying. No more unimportant emotion. This is me. This is the last train to perish. I confess, I have done it. It's wild and it's fun! The end.
Perish ; The First Episode.