Literature
Dear Bulma
Dear Bulma,
Move on. Never stay in the past, time moves on and so did I.
What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
That's what I lived by all my life and it served me well. My walls were up, and my mask was on. No one could penetrate me, no one could break me. I loved every minute of it. I loved to strike fear into everyone I passed.I vowed to make every single being I encountered suffer and feel one tenth the pain I felt my entire life. The fear I had bottled up inside me ever since I was a boy. I died a little inside every day until one day my heart turned to stone. I felt nothing. No fear, no pain, no heartache. Nothing.
Then I go