Sometimes, I find myself pondering about choices. How they affect us, how they affect others, what causes them, what stimulates the choices we make? I'm gonna bring you along, but i'm taking you back first. This is my story, my view on life.
I live in a desolate area called Shibuya. It's a small urban island on the outskirts of Tokyo. I'm a part of the middle class, those who have just enough to stay out of poverty, but not enough to afford a comfortable lifestyle. I have a feeling the way i lived has caused me to live here This is just Karma kicking my ass. I made bad decisions once i was old enough to realize what i was doing, but hell i was just having fun.
Used to, I was optimistic, happy, outspoken, and overall just a kind kid. My peers though, a different story. I was made fun of for being different, not having the same background as everybody, made fun of for having a decent life. So I took it on myself... to fuck everything up.
