[Trigger Warnings:Probably some sensitive topics, blood, self harm, swearing, and for you homophobes, LGBTQIA+ ] " You are what I call, 'A boy that is too perfect.' How were you sent here to this fucked up world in the first place? " " I was sent to be with you and keep you company, silly! " " . . . See, this is what I mean when I say you're perfect. " [This story contains two types of writing; the diary parts, and the parts that are said as they happen. These two parts will always be divided by a border in order to not confuse anyone.]