the miserable life of a miserable teenager

You know it too, we’ve talked about it.

However the pressure of saving a life everyday, is heavy. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

The only reason I’m screaming over and over, is I’m hoping someone will hear and take pity on me.

Maybe that’s wrong, it wouldn’t even work. A temporary friend is better than nothing.

I’ve just stopped going back to the sea, to find a new fish. They’ll just swim away with a piece of me.

I only have one piece, not willing to risk it. I can’t give anything to you.

The villagers run away screaming, then ask why you're upset.

Why you’re burning down their village.