This is a poem by Phantom Theif Jing-Reborn that I most envy..
I'm sick of everything.
I'm sick of everyone I know.
I'm sick of everything I know.
I'm sick of not saying anything.
I'm sick of everyone treating me like s**t.
I'm sick of everything.
I'm sick of being awake anymore.
I'm sick of everyone I talk to.
I'm sick of even hearing ******** sound.
I'm sick of seeing things even.
I'm sick of how human they are.
I'm sick of how.....not human I am.
I'm sick of I'm sick of being ******** "heartless"
I'm sick of feeling empty.
I'm sick of feeling so ******** empty......
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The only thing I feel like I have is my self.
Only my training.
EVEN THAT I'M BAD AT.
I try to dump my self into my blade, into my style.
And I'm still hoard at it!
I feel like if I just try harder I would be better, at life, at training, at everything.
But really, I JUST DON'T CARE ANYMORE.
Its not really like I every cared.
No, no, I did care.
I still do care.
At least I think I do.
I don't know anymore.
..................................................
I feel like I should just give up.
Give up on everything.
Would death be that painful?
No....not if I do it my way.
Maybe, maybe I feel like running.
Why am I so unsure of everything.
Even living.
I can never make up my mind!!
The only thing I've ever been sure of, was wanting to take up the sword.
It always comes back to that.
All I ever want to do, in the back of my mind.
Maybe thats what I'll do, just leave and train, some where far away.
Nothing but me, my hakama, and my training.
A few books, extra swords, all blessed and everything.
Sounds wonderful.
No, never.
I think I'll just live my life, keep up with my meager training for a few years.
Then kill my self.
Sounds like a plan.
WELL ENJOY ME WALL I LAST, I WON'T BE AROUND FOR TO MUCH LONGER!
Thanks for everything.
~Phantom Thief Jing.
"A master to stealing what is not there."
I'm sick of everything.
I'm sick of everyone I know.
I'm sick of everything I know.
I'm sick of not saying anything.
I'm sick of everyone treating me like s**t.
I'm sick of everything.
I'm sick of being awake anymore.
I'm sick of everyone I talk to.
I'm sick of even hearing ******** sound.
I'm sick of seeing things even.
I'm sick of how human they are.
I'm sick of how.....not human I am.
I'm sick of I'm sick of being ******** "heartless"
I'm sick of feeling empty.
I'm sick of feeling so ******** empty......
................................................
The only thing I feel like I have is my self.
Only my training.
EVEN THAT I'M BAD AT.
I try to dump my self into my blade, into my style.
And I'm still hoard at it!
I feel like if I just try harder I would be better, at life, at training, at everything.
But really, I JUST DON'T CARE ANYMORE.
Its not really like I every cared.
No, no, I did care.
I still do care.
At least I think I do.
I don't know anymore.
..................................................
I feel like I should just give up.
Give up on everything.
Would death be that painful?
No....not if I do it my way.
Maybe, maybe I feel like running.
Why am I so unsure of everything.
Even living.
I can never make up my mind!!
The only thing I've ever been sure of, was wanting to take up the sword.
It always comes back to that.
All I ever want to do, in the back of my mind.
Maybe thats what I'll do, just leave and train, some where far away.
Nothing but me, my hakama, and my training.
A few books, extra swords, all blessed and everything.
Sounds wonderful.
No, never.
I think I'll just live my life, keep up with my meager training for a few years.
Then kill my self.
Sounds like a plan.
WELL ENJOY ME WALL I LAST, I WON'T BE AROUND FOR TO MUCH LONGER!
Thanks for everything.
~Phantom Thief Jing.
"A master to stealing what is not there."
