I am weird But not like the nerds on some cliché lovestories. I am alone Hence I am with strangers that I already know. I am scared By what I cannot see, but I do feel inside me. I am weak Not because I can't fight, I just don't want to. I am sad Because of this game I am playing... with the other players that is good at pretending to be the best. Pretending to be good at this game but more miserable than what I can see them to be. And this game helped me to become unique from my weird personality. And this game helped me to know the strangers more so I cannot live my life again without someone to hold-on. And this game helped me to face the fear I am always avoiding. This game also helped me to become stonger through my weakness. But the sadness cannot be gone by the game that was made by grief. I don't need to name this game. But I want you to understand everything about THE MELANCHOLY GAME.

"I live to die" That's what my purpose is. How? I live so people can kill me everyday... and I'm not saying about depression or anything. They're literally killing me. I will live again but as another person. Then someone would kill me all over again. And the cycle continues. As I remember I was killed 29 or 30 times. And lived 29 different lives. A woman, a teenager, a business woman, a pauper, I even tried to live in a guy's body. I'm used to it now. And no, I'm not a pervert for Pete's sake. I am forced to live a life of another person. I never choose them. But this new life that I am about to live, It's not a bit different. Like it happened before. And the memories... I think I saw them before. But when?..