Never meant to belong

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Its not that I don't believe in you. I just don't want to.
Profile The name is Erika Airi. Age: 18 Random annoying meido. Could be shy sometimes. If you're lucky. I'm mostly ignorant. So if you're too dramatic, stay away from me before I get really annoyed and toss an ice-floss at your face~ :D I'm in love with COSPLAY. It sets me upright. Eventhough I don't really think I'm quite upright. More to downleft or something xD I love my violin, is a shotaaaa~, punky cuteness~ Like friendly people, like hugsssss~~~White, Pink and Gray. A little bit of Black and Green. Not much of Purple. Yarizakura. Don't need to know what it means. I just felt like putting it there. bold ~~strikethrough~~ underlined italic	Media Music Playlist at MixPod.com
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Wednesday, 15 May 2013, @ 21:34 Not so fresh start. I woke up due to the sound of movement. Someone who was beside me grumbled. I yawned while trying to get up. My whole body hurts. My muscles felt sore. I half open my eyes cause it still takes a lot of effort to see properly. The person who was digging the trash besides me held something that looks like a half eaten chicken and held it possessively. He glared at me and muttered something like, "My trash." I ignored him and scanned my surroundings. My eyes were a bit blurry and my head is still spinning. Looks like a dark alley. I'm not even sure what time of the day it is. Even my memories are a bit foggy. What had happened? I tried standing up and at the same time, I looked down towards my pants. It looks worn out and torn everywhere. Am I in a rock band? I brightened up until I caught the smell of myself. Ugh I smell like a rotten papayas. My hair looks like a wig. All tangled up and shit. Like I have never combed in my whole life. I also think that my shirt used to be white. It doesn't look white at all now. I didn't know how I could bear and live with it. Omg. Was I a hobo? I touched my greasy skin. All sticky. Ew. What the hell? Had I never taken a shower? I couldn't remember anything at that. I started towards the dark road. My legs were shaky as heck. Maybe I slept for a thousand years. Or maybe, I am actually a zombie. That explains everything. Just when I was really sure I was a zombie, a car stopped next to me. It was all black, even the windows are tinted black. The window closest to me rolled down. "I was told to escort you back." I grabbed the door handle and sat inside without any second thoughts. Might as well right? I'm a zombie anyway. ♥baby don't you hit my heart @ 21:34