Current mood:	crushed
Current music:	X-Japan- Tears

Masks ~Private~
PRIVATE

My new room mate…is strange. It’s like he’s two people, only he’s one. He confuses me and it hurts my head sometimes trying to figure out just how many layers he has. He is not the simple glitter-ditzy person he makes everyone believe he is. I know, I’ve seen behind masks before, been tricked by them. He was one such person.
I can’t live in the same room as this boy, I can’t. It hurts, kami-sama it hurts. I don’t know how to deal with it. How can I? I don’t know…
Sometimes I wish I had wings, so I can fly away on them, away from the pain and misery that seem to have attached themselves to me. But then I think of how stupid an idea that is. Like something the baka would have come up with. I can’t deal with it! I can’t.
Why didn’t I do Art like okaasan insisted? Then I could have been Mamo-chan’s roommate, safe with someone I know. With someone who wouldn’t hurt me. Then again, everyone hurts you ne? You cant’ get out of it. I just…don’t want to hurt so much anymore. Onegai, no more. Please.