Tokyo Game Show 2014 go~~! #tokyo #japan #tgs2014 #tokyogameshow (at 幕張メッセ (Makuhari Messe))
Autumn is here, which means… pumpkin everything! Pumpkin cookies and soy milk *-* omnomnom <3 #tokyo #japan #autumn #pumpkineverything #yummy (at Wako, Saitama)
(￣。￣;) #tokyo #japan #alternative #alternativegirls #bodymod #piercings #piercedgirls #girlswithpiercings #girlswithtattoos #tattoos #tattooedgirls (at Wako, Saitama)
might have listened to a certain someone a bit too much lately…
Watching Metaljesusrocks and Drunkenmasterpaul when I have no beer around is bad…I wanna drink beer now TwT
Our lives weren’t always great, they never were and never will be. We were broken, damaged and way past rehabilitation. Sure, we did what any family does; we prayed together, ate together, laughed together but most times, our nerves would get the best of us.
We would always be on edge, exhausted after a long day’s work and anything would set us off. A lot of the scars, bruises and cuts we both had, we had given to each other. We never went light-handed either, screaming at each other, throwing punches; the pain we would put each other through was great but, barely equaled the pain that tortured our hearts.
Kazuma always had more self control than I did, though, I had always been ill tempered and ever since the incident, I would have my ‘episodes’ and I would get out of control. He would have to restrain me, try to calm me down; it would take time but I would eventually regain my composure or, tire myself out.
Some may call it domestic violence, abuse; anyone in their right mind would walk out of a situation like this but, we wouldn’t. I needed Kazuma as much as he needed me. We were each other’s life support, we had each other to lean on whenever we went through a moment of weakness and we could see past each other’s flaws to see that deep down, we loved each other, now and forever, until the end of time.