Chiaki Kuriyama played both the really cruel girl in Kill Bill and the really cruel girl in Battle Royale!
I knew she looked familiar!
Author: Olavia Kite
What happened, then? Why did we say goodbye? Why did we think we hated each other? A thousand stories won’t make up for the damage I never thought I did. I must have hurt you. You must have been sad. I walked out on you, and I couldn’t care less. However, you have no memories of the pain you caused. You think it’s all my fault.
Don’t you know hearts never look away when love is steadfast?
If you ask me, I was never sure. Maybe my conscious self did not know it, but that part of me which led me to follow that mysterious stranger… that part knew I hesitated. That part knew this was more of an obsession than it had been love.
I guess I’m sorry. But stop looking all tough! We’ll never clean our minds from this black resentment if you run away, screaming there’s no way back— that’s the last thing I need to know! I’m well aware that I can’t step back into your arms, that there’s no way in hell I’m stepping back… I just feel I never had a chance to let go of my rage. You don’t remember anything but your own pain.
You never knew. You may never know. You don’t want to know. And as far as I’m concerned, I may as well leave you with the uncertainty.
After all, it was I who stepped away so blatantly, right?
As time makes its way through my soul, as it corrodes my veins swiftly —like nitric acid and water —I realize how incredibly ignorant I am, how much I have yet to see, to hear, to experience. I’ve been so silly to think I’m smart, talented, ugly…! None of those things count, none of that is relevant. What I am is represented by my actions, by my feelings…
I have never become something: I already am someone.
My rants on something as useless as how my knowledge might surpass other people’s, how my ugliness might affect my life on this dirty planet, how I might have become pretty (I hate it when people say “you’ve changed so much…!”)… all those things are commonplace. All I should worry about is how to keep on going on this wild highway they usually call Life.