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...
"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...