We Are All Guilty

From the day I was born until now, being an illegitimate daughter has always defined me. I don't understand what I've done wrong. From beginning to end, I've only ever been a flawed product of grief. I hate this world, and I hate even more those who think themselves noble.

I've always wanted to live like a real child. I could give up the right to compete, give up my desires, but what have you given me in return?

This world really is a collection of stories. Since our two kinds can never coexist, then stop provoking me.