Place where peace exists

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The more I move from place to place, the more I want to puke. I never stayed in one place for a long time and this sucks, I meet people, I bond with them knowing damn well that I will abandon them without a single word one day. I have tried everything to get away from them but in the end they always seem to track me down.

I still have hope to find peace in some country one day, like this one time when I stayed in Mexico for a whole month, I almost thought that I am finally safe. Constant running from your own delusional/psycho family is exhausting but I am still holding on.

I am now on my way to Japan, I have never tried to hide in Asian countries before, I guess I was just afraid of such big cultural change. But now I just have no other choice. I always adored Japan for its dangerous yet picturesque location.

Being here feels odd. Of course I have seen heroes before, in other countries, but here it feels... different. While roaming around Tokyo I have met multiple heroes and the vibe coming from them kind of makes me feel more safe. Major problem that I am facing right now is the language, I actually don't know shit in Japanese, yet I managed to rent an apartment a couple of weeks ago.

New apartments started to feel the same overtime, it is cool and everything but I still will move out in a couple of weeks if not earlier.

I never manage to come up with a clever enough plan to out-stand my family in a fight. They taught me everything I know and that's the main reason I always lose no matter how hard I fight. I try not to use my quirk unless it's an absolute necessity, because I hate it and I truly envy those quirkless pals living an ordinary life. I never even considered becoming a hero, mainly because I have done horrible things and a hero can't have that kind of a background. Also I always thought that all the professional heroes just have hero complex, you know? I never had considered myself a hero, I always knew that I won't save everyone from everything, not with my past anyways...

These kind of thoughts always appear once I move to another "hiding" country.

"I really am a mess, am I?" I didn't really mean to say that out loud, but since I am all alone, no one can hear me anyway.

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