No Humanity

A dirty street in Seattle. This is where I made my entry into Limbo. This is where I wait to see if I'm going to finally move on or if I am going to live my life looking back on when I stabbed myself in the chest with my katana. When most people ask about why I did what I did, I'll be sure to tell them that it wasn't because I had no friends. Sure I was lonely for much of my life. I never knew what it was like to truly hang out with real friends. And sure I never did get a girlfriend who I could fall in love with. But honestly, that loneliness was voluntary. I wasn't hurt badly by this. People will be surprised to learn that I just lost faith in the famous "American Dream". So many brave souls gave up their lives for a country representing freedom and equality, yet innocent people are killed every day in crimes and the politicians could never agree on anything. They were always at each other's throats, always having their own plans behind the scenes. I figured I could at least move to a country my family had roots in, Japan. The crime rate was quite low and political parties were not as badly divided as they are in America. And yet the so called "Land of the Free" robbed me of this chance to escape from the "Land of the Enslaved". More American military bases were added into Japan and suddenly, American flags were being hoisted above Japanese cities. I saw on the news the meaning for these changes. Japan had agreed to become a vassal state to the United States of America. Japan was still independent, but it may as well have been a part of the nation. That was it. There was no escape from the arms of capitalists and corrupt people. Any chance of a truly peaceful life was torn away from me. I figured that I could at least die like a true Japanese via "Seppuku". That is why I'm bleeding out in some blasted street in Seattle, a prime example of the so-called United States of America. Honestly, I hope I do die here. It will be a pain having to try and kill myself again if I fail.

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