Kuto’s life no. 729
Kuto walked along the beach, thinking about his life and what it had become. He used to be happy, but now he couldn't even remember what that felt like. It seemed like everything he tried went wrong; no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't make anything work out for himself.
Kuto kicked at the sand as he walked, scowling in frustration. Why did everything have to be so difficult? Why couldn't things just go right for once? It wasn't fair! Kuto wanted to scream or hit something - anything to make the pain go away. But of course that wouldn't do any good; it never did. So instead he just kept walking, head down, until eventually he made it back to his hotel room where there was nothing left for him but another empty night stretched out before him..
Kuto kicked at the sand as he walked, scowling in frustration. Why did everything have to be so difficult? Why couldn't things just go right for once? It wasn't fair! Kuto wanted to scream or hit something - anything to make the pain go away. But of course that wouldn't do any good; it never did. So instead he just kept walking, head down, until eventually he made it back to his hotel room where there was nothing left for him but another empty night stretched out before him..
