In the past, I have a lot of friends and being loved by all of us.
Now all is gone.
People hate me and see me as a "fatal creature".
My parents want to drive me out.
I have no friends and my surroundings are all of getting me ill thing.
I don't have comfort.
Even Mr. young man doesn't like to pay attention to me.
So..
I am still living here and doesn't commit suicide is a miracle.
Just wanna pat myself: Go go go!