Wolfcat500
I'm an emotional beast, a monster that should die, even worse than the monster before me that can destroy the moon - a yellow octopus that has a speed of mach 20.
Me - a monster that could accidentally kill someone and isn't accepted into society and who has a mother that wants me to die.
It was simple. The only answer was for me to die - except it was impossible. Therefore, I don't care anymore. I live, I live, if I die, I die. I welcome death, and live life as normal.
Emotions? I don't need them anymore.
I don't know what they are. I don't care. Mother doesn't care for me? I don't care for her. she beats me up? I don't care. She hates me? I don't care.
I simply, don't care.
About me, or anyone.
At least, that was before I met E Class.