Times in matter are all the time we need, like broken flowers and withering trees. What a great life is planned out, what will you do with it? Your plans aren't what I intended. They aren't what you're supposed to be, so change your ways or get out and leave. It figures something like this would make me stupid, make me feel like I'm just another outcast. Though being so far away isn't anything that makes me hate myself anymore then I could have already been. Everythings set, everythings broken. I won't go I won't stay. I won't run away. If I feel like I should leave I'll tell them goodbye, see you never. But that would just be me hating them deeply then the fire and earths blueish reds sea now wouldn't it be? I guess I'm tired of waiting for something to happen, tired of letting people slip away. Maybe it's my turn to take a stand and my turn to make it how I want it to be, no more being pushed around to please. I am my own grand chaos, my own raging sea. Owari.