and the reason that i do not fall into this street is love
about
...
her name is mel. that's all that people find certain of about her: her name. and even then her name changes with her mood, she's got two of them, and a few others you don't know of.
from the japanese literature i've experienced - the language is so beautiful that it's painful to read at times, and one just soaks in the inexplicable poignancy of it all ...
as of now i really really hate my life. i want to get away. i don't want to be me.