AzureHaseo

I don't care if you yell harmful words. I don't care if you speak my name like it's an insult. I don't care if you hate me for my views. I don't care if you patronize me. What I do care about is how you... Use vulgar thoughts to express your many varieties of how my life will be an outcome of pure hate and loneliness. Swear the identity of this child is a disease amongst humanity and if I repent I will be cured. Pour lectures of your own lies to yourself thinking it doesn't effect me endlessly. Last of all, How I am alone in this battle against the cruelty and torture you claim as justice.

Hey if you’re reading this then you should know that this story will take you to another world which you will never imagine would exist. My names Matt well that’s what everyone calls me so it’s short for my Matthew. Well my last name is Hanibashi but I don’t use it much I try not to use it because it makes people think that I’m rich because my father owns one of the biggest companies in the world and my mother well she is a fashion designer and a doctor. My mother works as a doctor most of her time and on her free time she designs clothes, but she would rather play and have fun with my little brother and sister.  

The Epic of Artera Overture- It was a second too late for the young god, The destruction not yet undone. Artera, God of creation, lost the chance to end Methuselah, the anti-existence. Artera's Faithful blade Kreyahtus, made its final Cut, alas the blow was too little too late. All the world turned to the East. The Massive tree quakes, the branches That doth held lustrous leaves fall To the land of death, the undead army Silenced. Against this foe no army Cometh, to fight the Shadowed One, The being that threaten to end it all, And seek to return the world to Shadow. The mistake made, Artera's quest for Understanding, cre