It is n0t like I wanted t0 be this way. If it had been my ch0ice, it never w0uld have happened like this. I supp0se that I am 0kay with it th0ugh. I am 0kay with a l0t 0f things. It was Fates idea anyways.
I live 0n in a dead b0dy. A shell that l00ks like a small tr0ll. There are pe0ple that I l0ved, there are pe0ple that I still l0ve, but I just cann0t show them like I w0uld like. I kn0w that it hurts them, but there is n0thing that I can d0 about this. This is the way that things need t0 be, and I have accepted that.
I have n0 heart. I have n0 em0ti0ns. I believe that I used t0. I seem t0 recall them vaguely, but I cann0t fully grasp the mem0ries. I d0 wish though. I wish f0r my friends' t0 be happy, and I wish that they c0uld understand me. Unf0rtunately, I kn0w that they can never understand me, and that makes it hard. It is hard when n0b0dy understands.
They sometimes w0nder why our gr0up had t0 be the 0nes. Why we had t0 play this game. In the end though, I kn0w s0mething that they d0 n0t. There is n0 straight answer t0 there questi0n. Fate runs its c0urse, its rhyme and reason is unkn0wn, and it is 0ur j0b t0 accept it, and run al0ngside it. That d0es n0t mean that it easy. Quite the 0pp0site actually. Dying is t0ugh. N0t living is even r0ugher. I am still just a kid. All I am is a dead kid, wh0 is still hanging ar0und. It is hard being a kid and gr0wing up. It is hard and n0b0dy understands. But as I said, I am 0kay with it. I am 0kay with a l0t 0f things.