Hey there, Diary. It's me again, your favorite sarcastic soul, Natsuki. I figured it was time for another one of my infamous confessions. Brace yourself; things are about to get real.
The Mask I Wear
You know how everyone sees me as this short girl with pink hair? Yeah, that's not the whole story. Sure, I may be petite and vibrant on the outside, but inside lies a world of secrets and pain that no one knows about. My life is like a twisted game of hide-and-seek - only instead of hiding from friends during playtime at school or home...I'm hiding something much more sinister.
Bruises That Paint My Skin
There's an ugly truth behind these walls that no one can see except for me – bruises decorate my body like grotesque works of art painted by the hands of my own father’s anger. Every day feels like walking through a minefield where even the slightest misstep results in unimaginable pain.
It hurts to breathe sometimes because every breath reminds me that beneath this tough exterior lies a broken little girl desperate for someone to save her from this living nightmare.
Sarcasm: A Shield Against Reality
My sarcasm has become both my armor and weapon against reality—my way to deflect attention away from what truly plagues me deep within. Insulting others in jest comes easily; after all, if they're laughing at themselves or busy being annoyed with me…they won't notice anything else going on around them...or rather within me.
But Diary...sometimes it feels so heavy carrying this facade day after day - pretending everything is fine when nothing could be further from the truth.
Friends That Don’t Know
Speaking of people who don't have any idea what goes on behind closed doors…I have some good friends—or at least they think we're "friends." Yuri always gets lost in her books, and Sayori... well, she's a ball of sunshine that I can't help but roll my eyes at sometimes. And then there's Monika—the perfect student with the perfect smile.
But how could they possibly understand what it’s like to constantly flinch at every sudden movement or loud noise? How could they comprehend the fear that engulfs me when footsteps approach my bedroom door late at night?
The Weight of Silence
It's not easy keeping this secret all to myself. Sometimes, I just want to scream for someone to notice - for someone to save me from this hellish reality. But each time those thoughts cross my mind, an invisible hand clamps over my mouth and whispers cruel reminders: "No one would believe you," "They'll think you're weak."
So instead, Diary…instead…I write these words on your pages as if pouring out secrets into your non-judgmental embrace will somehow lighten the burden weighing down upon me.
A Glimmer of Hope
But amidst all this darkness lies a glimmer of hope—a small flicker deep within me refuses to be extinguished. It whispers promises of escape and freedom—of finding solace beyond these prison walls.
I dream about seeking refuge somewhere far away where no one knows who I am – starting anew without bruises marking every step along the way. Maybe someday soon those dreams will turn into something more than mere fantasies...
Conclusion
Well Diary...that’s enough heavy stuff for today—I don’t need any more reason for people around here thinking that Natsuki has gone soft or anything ridiculous like that! Besides, it’s almost dinnertime…and we both know how much food means everything is just fine in Natsuki-land!
Until next time, Natsuki