I don’t know why it is that I feel so alone, alone in this world. A single me, standing in the middle of a forest. No one insight but me. I just feel so alone, especially in the midst of a crowd. There is a hole in my chest. Do you know Ulquiorra? The hollow with the hole? It is as if I am looking into the mirror, a reflection. There is a piece of me missing.
To tell you the truth, I am not looking for complements in my confidante. I am looking for someone who understands me, someone who understands my pain, my loneliness, that feeling of sadness, of depression located secretly in my body, unfulfilled.
It is not happening, is it? Ha, ha, ha.
What a pathetic fail of life. I feel angry. I hate the parents who cannot understand. I hate them for not understanding me, hate it, hate it. You and your fucking pathetic mood swings. I fucking hate you. I hate the way you fucking talk to her. Why are you with her, and I cannot understand how she can fucking stand your fucking tone of voice. No one fucking talks to me like that.