I didn't ask for these scars. Neither did I do it on purpose. I wouldn't blame them to poke fun on these scars. These scars remained; no matter how much i hate it. But these wounds were tend by her. Day by day, knowing i wouldn't even be bothered to even try to heal. For i see no sense in trying since I became disfigured.

I began to severe ties with my friends; even those who are close to me. I came to realize, how small the world can be. 2nd & 3rd degree friends making their move. Maybe it's just my unjustified jealousy, but I began to understand, someday they will be more important than my status now.

I won't name anybody. It's funny to know someone who used to cherish you became close to your 2nd & 3rd degree friends. Exchanging random friendly comments, with lots of hugs and kisses, and chatting through phone and MSN. While I am staring blankly at those comments, trying hard not to speculate and think about what I'm seeing.

Not only I've severed ties with them, I've even thrown away my life. Eating the devil fruit. Just so I won't lose out. From the people whom i can trust most, they became the last ever person I prefer to forgive and see in this world. Slowly, i began hating their existence in my life. I even lost faith in family.

Slowly, I'm losing grasp of humanity. Giving up to anger and hatred. I can't afford to give up yet. Pride pushes me forward. I never want to lose anymore. Not till i drop. 'Cos I know that nobody ever ask about me. Nobody will know I'm at the brim of limits. At least when the day comes for me to drop, I know i gave my all.

I've got a long way more to go. Till i suffer worst enough, and being acknowledged i went through the pain she suffers, i refuse to drop. Till then, this disfigured face boy wishes to depart for now.