The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna
But I couldn't even bring myself to do that.
There was no point.
At the end of the day I was nothing but a pathetic, useless, good-for-nothing, abomination of an existence.
A miserable, broken creature. Was there really no purpose to my life other than simply existing?
I was tired of being the universe's punching bag. Fuck the universe, fuck fate too. If I had no purpose, then I would give myself one. I would take charge of my life. No more wallowing. I would get stronger. I would stop bitching about how life treated me and finally, finally, learn to keep up with this brutal, shifting world.
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