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[lefthertainted]

When I was six, my older sister shoved me down a hill into a pile of broken glass because I could play the violin better than she could. The glass caused severe lacerations on my face and I also broke my arm.

I've always told people that the scars on my face were because of an "accident", but in reality the only accidental part about it was that my sister wasn't expecting the broken beer bottles to be there.

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[lefthertainted]

Secrets! Betrayal! Intrigue! It never ended. It was no wonder I spent so much time being angry about everything.

At least here in Chicago we can blame the Rift for most of my problems. In my original universe, we were the ones causing all of our own problems. It gave a rather personal meaning to the quote "Hell is other people."

I can't say I always appreciate the Rift's sense of humor. At least this thing with the journals is fairly minor, even if it is annoying. Some of the other things I've had to deal with have given me raging headaches...literally.

[rawly]

As the world turns so these are the days of Mio Hongo's life. Yeah, I'd be pissed too. Fuck, I still get pissed a lot of the time.

Fuck, yeah, I'd be in a forever pissed off mood. People annoy me enough as it is, and most of my problems are Rift related.

Yeah, same. It could be a lot worse, but when people have so little in this universe that's under their own control, it'd be nice if they could keep their secrets.

[lefthertainted]

Yeah, there's a reason I got out of there and never looked back, save for one visit when I was 17 to settle a few things.

True enough. I suppose I'm just a lot more used to the vagaries of an unstable reality than most.