Dear… whatever -1-
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
January 5th
Dear Whatever,
Life sucks.
No I'm not some whiny emo teenager or anything, but if you think about all the crap that happens in life,
It really does suck.
Oh, excuse me, where are my manners?
I'm Chihiro Hatori, 20 years old and alone.
Loneliness is a funny thing, right? Pretty underestimated if you ask me. People should be grateful if they're alone, no one there to tie them down or argue with.
Heh, if my sister was here, she would probably slap me.
But she's not.
When I was younger I thought I had a tragic past, but God was I wrong.
I mean The Uchiha Massacre; the Kazekage's past and even the Hokage's. But they're ninja's so I shouldn't care.
Why?
Because I despise ninja's.
I despise their cockiness, their dog like obedience to the Hokage and they way they kill mercilessly, taking the lives of people they don't even know.
Like my sister.
But I'm not going to go into that now.
So here I am, terribly bored, perched upon my shops cashier table, scribbling in this stupid diary.
I own a book shop, if you were curious.
It doesn't get many customers, apart from this one white haired, masked ninja guy who brought the same series of porno books every week.
He doesn't come here anymore though, I heard the author of the books died.
Too bad, I thought initially, but when I realised he was a ninja I waved it off and laughed.
I live in Konoha, by the way.
I know what you're thinking,
'Why the hell do you live in a ninja village when you hate ninja's?'
To which the answer is simple.
I can't be bothered to move.
I was born and raised a Leaf girl, so it might as well stay that way.
Well I guess, this is me signing off, some weirdo ninja has just come into the shop holding a bouquet of roses.
So adios,
Au revoir,
Sayonara,
Or whatever.
Chihiro x