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Yeah, I'm a bitch. I don't regret it.
Esther, if anyone ever did anything to you, I swear I would fuck them up. I know the promise I made is silly, but. If I can't at least keep it with Nero, I'll keep it through you. I won't ever admit that this pseudo family was bigger here at one point. I was fairly mean and cruel to Maria, guys, and I regret that. Because it turns out she wasn't so bad, and the curse from last year ruined it. I still care about Radu, no matter what anyone tells me -- it's not like I am disregarding anything anyone has said, but he meant a lot to me. Maybe he was a sibling in a way. Atora was a good woman, who cared about us, and there were times I didn't appreciate her smothering, but looking back on it now- how many years did I yearn for that?
You're so, so very lucky you're persistent, Abel. I was actually upset you were gone, I just never wanted to show it.
Luke, I can officially look pass any bizarre knowledge of popular culture with you. You just bring that powerful sense of calm. Is it cheesy that I look up to you and your sister?
"The Portrait of Dorian Grey" never leaves the door outside my nightstand. I can't read it- I tried. It was Nero's and I thought being gone for a while from this place... I wouldn't be so upset. I just hope whenever we meet Kyrie and Nero again, there's a fragment of memory of the City in the back of our minds, but who am I kidding.
Harry, we don't speak much, but I joke you're a brother. No, really, you are. You're the first brother figure I've ever had in my life. Being a single girl makes you wish you had one. I regret not listening to you sometimes, because I know that hurts you to. I'm afraid to even leave you.
My stupid, loud, obnoxious, and annoying group of friends. They're the closest thing to family that I can call. What would we really do without each other? Or something sappy like that.
I know I've done stupid things in the past, some of them I don't regret, some of them I do.
And sometimes I hate myself because I can look and see how many people I've gotten attached to. One I secretly covet as a family. An attachment I swore I would never have, I'm still afraid of being hurt like I was all over again. He wasn't like that when I was younger, I loved him, and what he did was so instantaneous, I'm always afraid- no, I'm always on edge it will happen again.
I still want to venerate her. It's what she did before she passed away- maybe that's why I've gotten so reckless. I won't admit to it.
And I hate days like today, but come next week, it won't matter.
Esther, if anyone ever did anything to you, I swear I would fuck them up. I know the promise I made is silly, but. If I can't at least keep it with Nero, I'll keep it through you. I won't ever admit that this pseudo family was bigger here at one point. I was fairly mean and cruel to Maria, guys, and I regret that. Because it turns out she wasn't so bad, and the curse from last year ruined it. I still care about Radu, no matter what anyone tells me -- it's not like I am disregarding anything anyone has said, but he meant a lot to me. Maybe he was a sibling in a way. Atora was a good woman, who cared about us, and there were times I didn't appreciate her smothering, but looking back on it now- how many years did I yearn for that?
You're so, so very lucky you're persistent, Abel. I was actually upset you were gone, I just never wanted to show it.
Luke, I can officially look pass any bizarre knowledge of popular culture with you. You just bring that powerful sense of calm. Is it cheesy that I look up to you and your sister?
"The Portrait of Dorian Grey" never leaves the door outside my nightstand. I can't read it- I tried. It was Nero's and I thought being gone for a while from this place... I wouldn't be so upset. I just hope whenever we meet Kyrie and Nero again, there's a fragment of memory of the City in the back of our minds, but who am I kidding.
Harry, we don't speak much, but I joke you're a brother. No, really, you are. You're the first brother figure I've ever had in my life. Being a single girl makes you wish you had one. I regret not listening to you sometimes, because I know that hurts you to. I'm afraid to even leave you.
My stupid, loud, obnoxious, and annoying group of friends. They're the closest thing to family that I can call. What would we really do without each other? Or something sappy like that.
I know I've done stupid things in the past, some of them I don't regret, some of them I do.
And sometimes I hate myself because I can look and see how many people I've gotten attached to. One I secretly covet as a family. An attachment I swore I would never have, I'm still afraid of being hurt like I was all over again. He wasn't like that when I was younger, I loved him, and what he did was so instantaneous, I'm always afraid- no, I'm always on edge it will happen again.
I still want to venerate her. It's what she did before she passed away- maybe that's why I've gotten so reckless. I won't admit to it.
And I hate days like today, but come next week, it won't matter.