I don’t know much about myself, I know im an orphan, I know I’m a freak,
and of course i know that im Japanese. But why do i have such terrible nightmares, filled with hate and blood and guts? I’m not like that at all, I wouldn’t even hurt a fly, oh there he goes, back to his family, oh i envy him. sometimes i wonder about my parents, are they san masters? did they serve the emperor? oh sometimes i wonder what my mom and dad are really like.
