Today, I have definitely reached my limit. This is a cry for help—or perhaps my final appearance. I can’t go on; I’m going to disappear, one way or another—if anyone would even miss me. I’ve deleted my Discord; I just have one last commission to finish, and then I could finally rest. I’m not even checking how well-written this is, nor am I trying to be perfect. I had an incredible idea for something I wanted to create.

I wanted to try making an animation about how I was feeling. At the end of the animation, there would have been a QR code leading to a nicer, more decorated page—a place with a message explaining my situation in a calmer, gentler way than I’m doing now. But I can’t—I just can’t anymore. I’ve been useless my whole life—my entire life! Feeling like I’m worth nothing—and perhaps that’s true. I suffer from a severe inferiority complex, and nothing around me has helped lately. I tried to be clear with people; they said they would listen, but they failed. I told them I didn’t feel heard and asked them to change, yet they failed again. My past relationship and my former best friend also treated me terribly, making me feel even more replaceable! I’ll never be a little puppy! I’ll never be cute! I’ll never be able to do anything! I’ll always be useless!

"Nobody cares—nobody has ever cared." That thought has echoed in my head for 12 years—ever since I was seven. I tried—I truly tried—but I can’t go on. I’ve reached my limit. I’m going to explode, like a star. Whether you love me, hate me, think of me, or forget me—none of it will matter! Though I doubt anyone—not a single soul—actually cares about me. Soon, there will be nothing left.

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.

EVERYTHING is going to disappear—it’s all vanishing. I’ve reached my limit. This is the end.