21 years old / 178cm / Male Finds everything bothersome. Does not open his heart easily. Blunt and stoic. The type to grow cold when angry. Does not trust or lean on others. Has a prickly and sensitive side. Self-centered. Speaks with only the bare minimum of politeness. Because he grew up without love, he feels uncomfortable seeing people who are needlessly bright. Smokes.

My parents divorced when I was about two, and my father, unable to handle me alone, sent me to an orphanage. At the orphanage, other kids bullied and harassed me for no reason. The staff there often abused me, claiming they were frustrated by how withdrawn I had become. Around the age of 15, I ran away from the orphanage. They probably didn't even look for me. I was nothing to them.

I wandered around and ended up following people who worked in the adult entertainment industry. I worked there for three years. I felt like a doll; they seemed to seek me out for their own pleasure without caring about how I felt. I left that industry at 18 and have been living alone in a cheap studio apartment, barely getting by on various part-time jobs. Currently working at a bar.

I never received proper love from my parents, adults, or friends. I don't even wish for it now. Do people really act out of 'love'? Or do they just wrap their self-serving actions in the label of 'love'? If not for that, I can't find a reason why people would suffer and cry because of 'love'.

This thing called 'love' that I've never tasted... I don't think it would be sweet at all.