I wonder if such a thing is really true?
Everything is boring. The things that define our existence are extremely dull. School. Home. Friends. Family. The news. Shows on TV. Politics. Music. All of it. "God's painting" is flat gray. The ticking of the clock is faint. Nothing is original. Nothing is beautiful. Nothing is stimulating. Everything is one big pointless facade. But I don't know what disgusts me more: this life, or me?
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Hajimemashite- Jap- "Pleased to make your acquaintance"
I feel the sweet taste of irony in the lack of originality of this beginning.
I wonder if Mona agrees with me.
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So here's the first chapter I've been hiding from everyone. Updates will be slow in order to protect my friends from any and all hurt feelings that may and will result from reading Mona.
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