This is to let you guys know that I'm still alive and hanging on.
Found this text I've written some time ago, thought it would be a good idea to upload it here.
I'm still working on new ideas for Underage, A Soul Like The Rain and Voices, They Say His Demonic Name.
Be patient my dear fans, updates will pop up here on FF some day!
Rage.
Hate.
Anger.
Pain.
Sorrow.
Depression.
These are just a few of the words that explain my life and my relationship to myself.
It sucks so damn hard, I know.
Sure, I have friends and someone that's close to me, but… At times, that doesn't seem to be enough…
…When my own fierce and cruel demons, my darkness rape me, in so many ways then just one…
The only real friend, that I know'll never leave or dissapoint me is the loved, yet extremely hated razorblade. I don't know for how long I'll be able to keep my "façade", "mask" or "wall" up, but I'm sure it'll some day be the end for me.
Yet my life is a bright place were I can find happiness, joy, dreams, goals and meaning!
My talent is to write stories.
And I plan to hold on to this and write, until I literally bleed my soul out and until my fingers ache and become so numb I won't be able to feel them anymore.
I want to be perfect.
Maybe even a bit thinner.
Flawless.
Beautiful, attractive, sexy…
I will some day.
I will reach my goal to ultimate perfection.
I will and I shall!
I promise you that.
/Forever love, 'Kura/ Hikikomori