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▋▍Yuki
This is the Journal of me, Yuki. My mind is dealing with Schizoprhenia (Yes..I actually have it... )
Hello journal. Be glad I decided on making you. That sounds seflish.
Let's see...It's 8:01 pm on a friday. What will i be doing? I'm not sure. All i know is Zahara is making fun of my brother.
Oh.. I guess i should tell you about the little family my mind decided on created for me since i was iscolated as a child.
There are many members. Let's begin.
Zahara:He is my favourite. He's the oldest (well..with his twin), coolest and funniest. He is 6'4, white hair, green eyes, a chealsea grin and hip clothing. He is 18. When I go to the hospital to get my meds, He makes fun of the doctors ^^
Zathura:He is Zaharas twin. Zathura is bad..He tells me to harm myself and others. Pushing me into pressure and anxiety attacks. He brings out the sadistic side of me. He looks almost like his twin..Except he dyed his hair black and wears red contacts.
Bells and Emili: They are young sisters. Not twins though. Bells is called Bells because she has these bells that make me feel bliss. Emili is my ..daughter. You won't understand, Journal. Well..then again you won't understand, let alone feel, anything since you are just bits of data. Anyway...Lets see here. They always fight untill i start crying. They are the ones who help me when i'm down. They push Zathura away as well.
There are other members..But i don't feel like explaining them. Maybe I will when They appear. Well, Journal ... I'm going to go listen to some From First To Last and fool around on Blitz. have a good one, Journal. Till next time.





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хранение прямого лица
storage of the direct person
Tired

эти терроризированные крики
these terrorized shouts
Emily ♬ From First To Last

установка этих проблем
installation of these problems
Watching my Brother

заговор вашего упадка
plot of your decline
" Need Soda.. "

сердце хочет то, по чему это тоскует
heart wants on what it grieves
My Fiance.

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