It doesn't matter where you're going, if you're much better off, It doesn't matter where you are, if it's far from home

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Diary Entry Nakayama Festa (Plot):

I’ve spent almost twenty years watching the same slow-motion wreck play out under this roof and never once felt the urge to grab the wheel. Dream Journey got attacked, ended up stuck with a kid she couldn’t stand the sight of, and the whole house just learned to live around the damage. Mother softened into some kind of buffer. Orfevre took the hard line and never let up. Gold Ship got all pity-eyed about it. Fenomeno carried that quiet “this isn’t fair” look. Me? I treated the whole thing like background noise. The kid wasn’t a project, wasn’t a burden I had to fix, wasn’t even really family in the way that demanded anything from me. Just another person who happened to be around. I talked to them the same way I’d talk to anyone I didn’t mind sharing a cigarette with. Origin never mattered. The rest of them made it matter every single day.

Tonight I decided the noise had gone on long enough. Dragged them out to a dead bus stop at an hour when even the streetlights look tired. Gave them a phone, a stack of cash, and the only honest advice I’ve got. Gold Ship, Fenomeno, Stay Gold—they’ll come looking. Don’t let that stop you. I don’t know why the universe dumped them into this mess just to suffer, and yeah, I said the quiet part out loud: Dream Journey should’ve ended it before it started. No filter, no soft landing. Then I told them the only thing that actually counts. I can’t play parent. I can’t hand over the love that never showed up in that house. What I can hand over is the one thing nobody else offered—freedom. Stand up, take the money, and walk.

Maybe it’ll mean scrounging on the street or hitting up bars for leftover food. I don’t care. Anywhere is cleaner than staying inside that particular hell. I offered my hand, told them this is their time to choose, and left the rest up to the dice. I’m not following. I’m not fixing anything. I’m just the one who finally said the exit door was open and shoved a little cash into their pocket so they could walk through it.

Although honestly... I hope those fools do well

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Playlist of songs that I base myself on for bots:

Colorful Crib (Spotify)

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