I did it. I beat Kingdom Hearts II.
It was so hard to do, I've been trying since last summer. Not that it was hard to beat, but it was hard to bring back all my old memories.
Truth be told, I miss everyone and everything. There's not a day I don't regret leaving my old KH rp, but if I didn't I wouldn't be what I am today.
I miss all my old friends and all the memories we made together. And all these nightmares come back to me, reminding me that I screwed up. Yet, I did it to save myself from breaking again. Some people weren't to be trusted and had to get away before they ruined me.
But things are alright, because I have a handful of wonderful friens that I wouldn't trade in for the world. They seem to be fine without the old rp too, so I guess I'm just being a baby.
Still, I beat the thing, and I didn't cry, but it really hurt. And no matter what anybody says or what anybody does, no matter how much time and space twist themselves through the years, I'll always remember that I was Roxas.
And that's what kills me the most.
I'm sorry, guys. Maybe in the next life, we'll be friends again.
One Sky, One Destiny--
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...with a sea monster!
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"The best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend."
- Abraham Lincoln
Y-you're welcome!
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And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn. The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Oscar Wilde
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And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn. The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Oscar Wilde
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And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn. The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Oscar Wilde
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::Black wings, with a black heart of gold::
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And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn. The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Oscar Wilde
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