The fateful and the low....
Making friends in this hell hole is hard to do. Epsecially when you like to scare everyone off. The classes are a joke. Not to mention the teachers. I have one deprived shop teacher, who looks like even a drop of alcohol will cure his hunger. It's making me want a beer.
Asking questions is not something I do. I don't always like the answers, or care to hear them. So then why are so many running through my mind. Wondering why I all of a sudden care so much that my sister is the Kazekage. Knowing that I was the eldest male and could have handled the position had I not been such a fuck up, breaks my mind.
He's dead now, but still haunting my mind. Making me realize everything I didn't and couldn't do.
I'm thinking of going back to the Military Academy.
Asking questions is not something I do. I don't always like the answers, or care to hear them. So then why are so many running through my mind. Wondering why I all of a sudden care so much that my sister is the Kazekage. Knowing that I was the eldest male and could have handled the position had I not been such a fuck up, breaks my mind.
He's dead now, but still haunting my mind. Making me realize everything I didn't and couldn't do.
I'm thinking of going back to the Military Academy.