Board Thread:News and Events/@comment-27603392-20150130112319/@comment-27603392-20150222135127

Flora's Confession:

Sometimes, I wished my parents died, with their brains splattered to across the street and their torsos are severed from their upper bodies while they bleed to death. I hate them, I hate how they treated me like nothing more than an object that they own. Every single things I do will never be good enough to them, and no matter how hard I try, up to this point, will never be hard enough.