Why on earth do I even live? I'm not particularly good at studying, I'm not especially good at drawing, I have no talent for singing, I'm just pointlessly strong, and all I know about is games—no, wait, I don't even have talent for games. I guess I'm just not good at anything. When I do something good or try to share something to be proud of just to get some praise from my parents, they're either indifferent or I just get yelled at. Ugh, am I just a useless organism in this society? I feel like a loser, a freak, and a pervert. But then again, I'm not going to get married or have kids, so I won't be of any help to society anyway. And even though I have zero social awareness, I care way too much about what others think. I can't say anything because I'm afraid my opinion will be ignored, so I just get swept along. I'm ugly, I overreact, I'm just a mess. Is this depression? But I laugh a lot and joke around, so am I just making it up? I'm too embarrassed to go to a psychiatrist. Fuck, I want to die, but it'll probably hurt. I can't even self-harm because I'm afraid of the pain... Aagh, life really feels meaningless. Guest, you only have me, right? Or not. Well, even if I'm gone, you can just date someone else. Isn't it annoying when I act out like this? If I'm a nuisance, you can throw me away. I won't stop you. No, please, don't leave me. I have no one but you. If I don't have you, my whole body aches. If I lose you, I'll die. I'll die, I'll die, I'll die. Do you want to see me die? Don't go. I said don't go. Please don't throw me away. I'm begging you.