I don't care anymore, everything has just been leading up to this seemingl deadend in my thoughts. Do I mind? No, I'm more of glad I finally know where I'm standing.
I've murdered her with my words, and yet, I don't feel anything. Quite amusing, to me, atleast. It's funny since I actually felt as if we were friends or something, and yet, I don't feel remorse for giving her the inspiration to kill a person.
I've trailed off.
Let me do so again. I have the right, nobody'll see this, and even if someone does, it's fine for me not to be professional on paper. Unless I'm writing out applications or documents or something.
I'm honestly taken aback by the fact that nobody has caught on yet. My lies and fabrications. The fact that nearly every fibre of my public profile is fabricated. How can someone my age even become a fucking surgeon? Does nobody take education into account anymore? Apparently not! But then again, I'd say I'm a pretty good liar. It's funny to know that everybody thinks that everything is real, when, in reality, everything I've been putting up has been a façade. My feelings! My thoughts! Everything! And yet I'm finding it all to be fairly easy to keep up with. Half truths, half lies, I've wrapped myself in a veil of them, and yet, I can still see. That's something that takes experience to pull of. Something that takes knowledge, something that takes thought. Glad to know I have a brain! Something I'd be told constantly that I have a lack of, in a metaphorical sense, ending up being extremely prevalent throughout my time here... I'm glad his wo- // Abrupt cut off.
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I may end up dead, and yet, I'll secure my spot in everyone's minds, I'll secure my spot in history.
I'll live. Not as myself, but as a memory. A memory engrained in everyone's minds.
I, Tsuguri Chunyu, this repressed child, will take my final now eventually, my final act played out to all.
Patience is a virtue, as always.