I thought I could trust you.

And it was the exact opposite.

The cruelest backstab in the world had just been done by you.

At least everyone else ignores me. Never in my life have I been tempted to fake an ID just so that I could buy a gun.

Did you really have to do that to me?

I thought I could turn to you, and only you...but now I'd rather turn to anyone else.

I don't think I need a gun. I don't want to die.

A knife hurts more, doesn't it? If I suffer enough, suffering won't even be a feeling for me anymore.

Maybe that's what I need to do. Live my whole life in suffering so I don't know what suffering is.

Are you going to "help" me with that?

I hope the feeling of suffering ends soon, so I can at least feel like what I think is happiness.

I need someone to get me out of here. An endless chain of suffering. One by one, every school I go to, there's one person there to screw me over.

Maybe I shouldn't go to school. But I can't do that.

My parents would get mad. They wouldn't be any better...

Should I lock myself in my room? What would I eat or drink? When? At night? When everyone was asleep? My father never sleeps. He makes sure I don't leave my bed at night...

I wish I could teleport to the future and end this all.