Gonna. Throw itself off a buildin' er somethin'. It just hates feelin' so needy n' unfulfilled by everythin' all the time; it HAS critters in its life that care fer it, but wherever that care n' affection is supposed ta' be stored inside of it is broken. Just leaks right back out. N' then it complains about it, n' that makes it feel needy, n' thus the cycle continues.
It just endlessly feels like a parasite n' endlessly feels trapped n' endlessly feels hopeless n' it's gonna go through with another two years of college cuz s' too much of a coward ta' be anythin' less than a neutral existence in other people's lives.
It just. Wishes it were invisible. Yearns fer the days that no one really cares about it er knew it. It knows that wouldn't actually make it happy, but it feels like it's what it deserves.












