Not a Hero...
Living in Oshawa brings many uncomfortable experiences if you witness it stronger, darker side... Last night, or I should say this morning, my mother came into my room at 2am telling me to walk to the store and get some sugar... Very well, crisp night air is good, I was glad to take a walk, how convenient the store is opened twenty-four hours... I made my way to the store, ignoring the people asking me for cigarettes, I made my way safely to the store... On my way back, I passed a bus stop, there was a couple there, I made my way quietly passed them, but then, I heard the girl whimper... I stopped and turned my head slightly, the man had his arm around her, nopt in embrace, but in restraint, and he held a gun below the girls' ribs, having made the mistake of taking ten paces past the stop, I could do nothing for her. I nodded and continued on my way... A shame, really... I wonder what it feels like to be a hero, bah, it's of no matter to me...
On a high note, today is Tori-Chan's birthday, and with that, I wish a very good day for my dear Tori-Chan. May your life bear many fruitful experiences, great lessons and a longevity that will not die with your body, but with the waning of my bleeding heart. To Tori-Chan!
On a high note, today is Tori-Chan's birthday, and with that, I wish a very good day for my dear Tori-Chan. May your life bear many fruitful experiences, great lessons and a longevity that will not die with your body, but with the waning of my bleeding heart. To Tori-Chan!