Eren's Point of View: -otaku-trash-
I swiveled around on my chair, sighing when I found myself glancing at the photo that temporarily resided in my hands. Galvanization struck me like wild fire as the faces in that photo actually looked somewhat happy; they looked like they still had the whole world to discover, no matter how big said would was.
Many things were ugly — though, those weren't specifically people — but sometimes ugly isn't evil, and it shouldn't always be represented as that. Sometimes beauty is evil: sometimes beautiful beings are fake, and they cause so much devastation and misery.
Oftentimes I found myself contemplating the meaning of life; perhaps it merely was a cycle of searching for your purpose, and therefore finding out that one's purpose is to find your purpose.
My thoughts spiraled and they always seemed to fall upon the same thing: death; it was a recurring thought that continuously crossed my mind. Somebody once taught me that sadness is merely a reflection of the world around you, but I was so clouded with the beautiful things that it made me hate myself.
I stared out of the window, watching the raindrops slip down the glass pane; I sighed and my breath formed a condensed cloud upon the glass, and I found myself drawing an expression upon the area of cloud.
My fingertips began to become numb towards the ends, and my fingers danced across my desk as I reached for a piece of paper that included my thrilling doodles. Eyes; they were my favorite feature, and I always stared into eyes as I spoke. They reflected a lot about someone...
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Dear Diary
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Not everyone's life is as easy as it seems; some being able to hide it more easier then others. When a diary is found abandoned on the schools ground, Levi can't help himself but to take a sneak-peek. Though what he finds is something h...
