AUTHOR'S NOTE.
Hey, guys. So if you're reading this you probably just looked up 'Kimimaro' and don't know about my other story, but just in case you do, I'd like to mention that I am postponing the next update of "To Feel Alive" until I tie up a couple of loose ends I went over and wasn't happy with. Until then you can enjoy this story- it's practically a diary-type thing, but the character's not actually writing. This is just a side thing though as well so please don't kill me if my updates aren't daily as they usually are.
Kimimaro is so awesome; despite his attitude of all YOUR TECHNIQUE IS SLOPPY YOU FAIL OHHH WATCH ME DANCE :]
But I'm sure you'll agree with me when I say he is quite the intriguing character.
Anyway, enjoy, and please don't hate me, dear Gaara lovers.
pre. Passion.
I am a compulsive liar.
Lying is my passion, and one of the only I have is not considered a very righteous, accepted thing, but I cannot help it; when I feel an answer brewing inside me, my creativity mixes in with it and soon it comes out of my mouth as a lie, a simple work of imagination built off a piece that was never true in the first place. She doesn't like lies, and only due to my experience as a liar does she belive that I am quite the moral, honest person I pretend to be.
I have never been honest, not to her, at least, and I believe it's finally showing. I do not wish for her to find me out, for I know if she does, she will be hurt. Do you think I could live with that?
Well, you probably can't give an accurate answer to me now, but that's all right. My goal is to guide you to creating one, along with an opinion. I shall start with the basics: My name is Kimimaro, and I am seventeen. I am positive I am not very simple, though I have been told otherwise by the caretaker, and I have recently dug myself into a hole... How terribly ironic.
And did I mention? I'm going to die in less than a month.