everything isn’t how it looks
I had been finally beaten down by my verbally abusive father and his girlfriend. it seemed like they enjoyed a little too much telling me what I couldn’t do. How my dreams would never come true.
So I started to dream, In bed with the moon shining in. I wished and I wished that a prince would come and save me. That I would be finally taken away and he would lavish me with gifts and love. I could do what I wanted and he would support me.
Something just went wrong, I had guessed. My prince didn’t come the next day, or the next week, or the next month. There was nothing, He didn’t burst into my Geometry classroom with his royal entourage in hand, asking for my name and dragging me to some foreign country to be married happily. And the longer I waited, the more I realized he would never come.
I was broken, I was constantly ripped apart by my father. I just sat at my desk and cried
once you realize nobody will ever come, it is liberating. It is the eternal sentence of despair. Your heart shrivels up. Smiling is a formality. When you go to sleep at night. Your heart is ripped out of your chest and shoved down your throat. You become what you feared most.
But, one part of me stood up. It grabbed the sword of reconsideration and sliced it through my chest. I bled out all my doubts, and I was infected with hope.
I knew then, that there wasn’t going to be a prince. I needed to stand up, not wish to lean on others. I could be whatever I wanted and nobody could tell me wrong. For every insult I got I would give two back. It became clear.
I made this for you wow
I don’t know who this Tsurugi is but apparently nenna wants in his butt a lot
transparent midorikawa ryuuji for my friend on deviantart~~~
YOU ARE PERF
Is it because i’m fat?