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Honda Kiku - Diary Entry #1 - xx/xx/xx
Every time I cut shapes from my papers, they always leave a mess that I have to clean up. Even after I do, I still find pieces that stay. The paper remains cut, which I will fold into something prettier, maybe a swan. I wanted to try a cute butterfly, but it failed, like most things I try making. They always come out wrong, deformed, or just terrible. I hope Yao-san doesn't find out about my mistakes.. What would happen if he knew? Would he punish me? Would she comfort me? Would he tell me to give up? Would she force me to abandon my passions? I don't want to find out. Not yet. That's too scary. I could tell Ame-kun, but he might tease me for the errors. What if I told Roshi-kun? No, no, not at all. He's terrifying to be near. Ita-kun? No, he's not a good comforter. Doistu-kun? No! I couldn't tell him! ..I don't know what to do.. I'm scared someone will see it. It's why my sleeves are long. It's why I wear covering clothes even as it reaches 35° in the summer.. I don't want anyone finding out. I can't tell anyone. Nobody needs to know. I'll say Pochi-kun did it! ...Even if he's been trained to not scratch anymore. I don't just cut paper. My skin cuts just as smoothly. I'm terrible. The blood runs out my flesh, as if it were sweet, harmless, red ink onto a paper. Maybe I am paper, knowing how sensitive I can be... I feel bad. I really do. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. ごめんなさい。