[That was the crux of it all. Her boiling envies and bitter hatreds. Everybody had things she couldn't grasp. Beauty, affection, acceptance, respect, love, family and friends. Each slipped between her fingers and fell into the waiting grasp of people with better luck. How was it that some people were made to live off scraps while others were served on silver platters?
Not a unique lament. It's been echoed in other mouths since the dawn of time. But Toko can't help the sharpness with which she wants.]
Um...j-just one of those Happy Home shelters. It's n-not far. [Her head is rather heavy. Maybe this girl's got the right idea. Toko sighs and wipes her eyes once more, then sets her glasses back into place.]
C-can you walk in that...
[It's a rather billowy affair. That style of wedding dress was probably popular in the eighties.]
FUN FACT i wrote this in a doc when the work wifi stopped working and then...forgot to post it
No matter. The blogging sensation sums up the whole spiel in one tidy cliché. Toko sobers some, her ire fading.]
Yeah...
[That was the crux of it all. Her boiling envies and bitter hatreds. Everybody had things she couldn't grasp. Beauty, affection, acceptance, respect, love, family and friends. Each slipped between her fingers and fell into the waiting grasp of people with better luck. How was it that some people were made to live off scraps while others were served on silver platters?
Not a unique lament. It's been echoed in other mouths since the dawn of time. But Toko can't help the sharpness with which she wants.]
Um...j-just one of those Happy Home shelters. It's n-not far. [Her head is rather heavy. Maybe this girl's got the right idea. Toko sighs and wipes her eyes once more, then sets her glasses back into place.]
C-can you walk in that...
[It's a rather billowy affair. That style of wedding dress was probably popular in the eighties.]