something something Mettaton craving attention not because the common "if people love me, then I will be good enough, I need to make myself into something people love" but instead "dear god I'm finally me. I'm the person Ive always dreamed of being, the person I always knew down to my soul I was meant to be, I'm here, baring myself to the world, screaming, shouting until my chest explodes, "Im here, I made it, after decades of despair, to the place I knew I would belong, standing before you as someone I can say with every ounce of my being -- my!! Being!! -- that this is me, so please, please, love me. love me. god. love me, because I'm finally here as my self. shout my name, My Name, say that it was worth it. that it was worth everything. because I know it is, but if I've waited so long to hear it and I don't - if I don't, when I'm finally here after so much -- I may just find a brand new way to fall apart. and if the world sees, then the world sees, but when they see the mess, it will be me"