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Osonia

The

Bloodred Lasirus
Owner:

Sunduck

Age: 3 months, 2 weeks, 2 days

Born: January 17th, 2024

Adopted: 3 months, 2 weeks, 2 days ago

Adopted: January 17th, 2024

Pet Spotlight Winner
February 7th

Statistics

Level: 18
Strength: 45
Defense: 39
Speed: 35
Health: 35
HP: 21/35
Intelligence: 15
Books Read: 14
Food Eaten: 1
Job: Junior Lifeguard

Dear Diary,

Ugh, life is just like a never-ending storm of black clouds and broken dreams. Everything feels so suffocating, like the weight of the world is on my shoulders, and I'm drowning in a sea of my own misunderstood emotions.

School is a never-ending nightmare. The preppy girls with their fake smiles and perfect lives make me want to vomit glitter. And don't even get me started on the teachers who just don't understand the depth of my tortured soul. They're like mindless zombies, oblivious to the darkness that lurks within me.

Mom and Dad are so clueless. They think they know what's best for me, but they're just living in their own bubble of ignorance. No one understands the pain of being a misunderstood soul trapped in a world that doesn't get it.

I spend my nights lost in the lyrics of my favorite bands, the only ones who truly speak to the emptiness in my heart. The melancholic melodies are like a soothing balm to my wounded spirit. Gerard Way, with his haunting voice, is my spirit animal. If only I could meet him and share the burden of my tortured soul.

Why does everyone expect me to be happy all the time? Can't they see the darkness that surrounds me? My room is my sanctuary, adorned with posters of my favorite bands and the poetry I scribble in the shadows. The walls echo with the screams of my silent agony.

I long for a world where eyeliner is as thick as my sadness, and my heart is as dark as my soul. Maybe one day, someone will see the real me, beyond the facade of my sarcastic smiles and witty comebacks. Until then, I'll continue to navigate the twisted labyrinth of adolescence, armed with my angst and a playlist that understands my pain.

Sighingly yours,
Osonia