It happened, I'm not really sure where, I'm not even sure when, all I do know, is that everything around me had this strange scent of strawberries. I was alone. At least I think I was. I'm not really sure about most things. I'm usually wrong, so it's quite possible that I'm wrong now as well. I was waiting for someone - my saviour. She was always late, but I guess that's what makes it fun...
Every time she comes, I'm happy, even if, for just a moment. What I don't understand though, is why does she choose to torment me so. Why does she feel I have to endure every possible kind of pain that exists? Grief, humiliation, shame, torture, betrayal...
They say, she is supposed to work in mysterious ways. But the truth is, all she's doing is having her way with all of us. Spinning us around her all mighty finger, making us abide by her every wish, making us do all sorts of inappropriate things, just so she can have her fun. I hate her. I really do. I've lost many battles, but I never lost sight of the war. And as it turns out, the drums of war, thunder once again...
