Thanatos Ascending

I was 5 yrs old when the memories came—after all the hysterical denial, violent anger, and heart wrenching depression in public bathrooms, I came to the reluctant realization that I was Miura Haru—in a world where I was a confused lost gone jumbled fragile girl all over again. A world where no one could save me—I'm alone. I'm so so alone—I hated being so human. I hated it. [?/SIOC]