it is easier to teach someone, who cares about you, rape.
then teach someone, who can not hold, how it is -- to care.

i love to choose the difficult (meaningless) ways.
but i never deny the easiest if the first do not somehow work.
that is as simple as that.

and it does work. <3.

こいつはほんとうに・・・

when bro says like this, i adore. honestly adore.
he can be excessively (yes, i love this word much)
over himself not forgetting to tell me that if he misses,
not to complain about my neck, being broken www

なんでもない笑

the current problem is i have to be a good kid in the central mansion!
scary people there do not care about my fallen and not pure self. um.
i am not allowed to use dialects at any case, keeping the usual voice
and showing my low human sinful sides under the way of being thrown out.

real central mansions are so central, indeed.

i can manage that, because bro promised me a chocolate if they accept.
how can i not be accepted? you do not know, how far i could get. arghh!
in the name of chocolate, of course.

i am shutting down my nervous trembling hands www
i am scared. but bro promised, eveyrthing gonna be all right.
in this we trust *)