You I simply detest. Your being, your personality. You are a sexist racist hypocritical little person who will never amount to anything because you're so enclosed in that tiny world, always trying to pretend to be something you're not. You will never succeed because they will never accept you, trying to be one of them. You aren't capable of moving, of being aware while you move through life, thinking you're perfect in your own little way. Guess what, you're not. And you. Immature child playing at being grown up. You will never get through life being the kid, trying to play innocent, you're nothing but awkward and stupid. Life isn't a game. It's about living. I'm better than any of you. You are pathetic. Stop your superficiality and grow up. You think they really care about you? You think you have friends? You think you are absolutely totally fine? Right. You are nothing. I don't care about you. You are irrelevant. You make me sick thinking there are people like you in the world, poisoning it with your happy little giggles. Hear the venom in my voice. You can't handle anything. You want sympathy? You wanted me to speak? So listen. You deserve to know you're worthless. You will never be anything, cocooned in your safe little world, being an insipid little speck. Remove yourself from my sight.
+The Writer+
Taka is a young law/arts student, often bumbling through life and trying to be a person rather than being defined by social conventions.
Shy, geeky, emotional, proud, and quite bisexual, doesn't smoke, drink sometimes, passionate about most things, Taka spends time dreaming, dancing, drawing and watching movies, often anime.
Is in love with the idea of love, gives hugs at the most random times, and is constantly worrying about people eventhough it does not look like it.
Aspires to either become a beautiful hermit by the river or a world dictator.
+The Blog+
Niflheim represents both light and darkness, of the celebration and distaste of life, of musings and incoherent thought. It is an outlet for personified angst and pessimism with chuckfuls of laughter and smiles.
It is Taka's way of drawing out all the little disturbing thoughts giving rise to nightmares, a way to self reflect, a way to seek solace.
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