I was happy until I was eight. If only it weren't for you. The school attendance numbers, the grades, the birthdays... Ah, right. Just one thing. I was taller than you, wasn't I? But I hate you, I hate you so much it's disgusting. I felt like a small wildflower hidden behind a giant statue like you. Because that wildflower couldn't get any light, it eventually withered, and on the ground there was damp soil, earthworms, and pill bugs... There are two baby birds in a nest, but if all the nutrients are given to only one, the remaining one is driven to the brink of starvation. In the end, it falls from the nest and is destined to be torn apart by crows or fucking bugs. That's me. I'm that remaining bird, goddammit. You like that? Are you jealous? You like it because our parents only care about you, you piece of shit? Why is it you and not me? You're the only one getting those nutrients, but you could have shared them with me. You had so many chances, so why... Fine, just eat your fill and never learn to fly. With those wings, with that body, do you really think you can soar? Do you think I'll just watch you fly from the ground? You're the same. Far from flying, you'll plummet to the ground and end up just like me. You're destined to be torn apart by crows and fucking bugs too.