There was this fox thing again, only this time it was a bit smaller, but still pretty big. It looked adorable, but I'm guessing that was only there to deceive me.
I don't want to live like this, I just want to die. The circus girl from before keeps taunting me, reminding me at what I'm doing. That I'm a horrible person.
Am I a horrible person?
What else was I supposed to do? Let them kill me?
I've tried that.
They never kill me, they just bring about pain adding to this hell. I feel like killing them at least...spares me that.
You know?
I don't know what to do anymore. I just wanna die, but I can't.
I can't die.
Actually, I don't wish to die.
I wish I was never born.