paradisalost | oo8 → while my guitar gently weeps

private;

Over and over again...

I just keep on hurting him. I'm so stupid, so pathetic. No matter how hard I try, I keep on repeating the same mistake. Alice, Gil, Break... I hurt them all. Maybe, just maybe, my existence is a sin. Just by existing, I scar people. It's my fault he has that scar... if only I'd struck a little earlier, Gil's chest wouldn't of been slashed by that sword.

It would've been better had I stayed in the Abyss. That way...

Heh... Elliot was right. I'm just saving myself. But what is there to value in myself? I'm disgusting.

Filth, as Father said. The filth of the world.

gil;

I'm sorry. For everything.

jack;

We should talk sometime. It's been a while, hasn't it?

ukitake;

I still have the books I borrowed. I had fun reading them, but you can have them back if you want. We should meet up again sometime. And let's try not to get lost~.

colette;

Can... we meet up somewhere? Now that you're back to normal and not brainwashed. I'll treat you, t-that is if you don't mind!

[ oz is quietly thinking to himself near the lake. you'll probably notice he lost the "omgsohappy" air around him but if someone is to point that out, he'll instantly put on his facade. maybe. bother him to your hearts content ]

[ as usual, bother him in person or via journal. doesn't matter /o/ ]

oo8 → while my guitar gently weeps

[ oz ]