What happens...

... when you lose the ability to interact with people?

I feel it.

I can't meet new people. And I see how everyone does it. And they are always happy with it.

I feel envious, and that makes me even a worse person.

I know.

I'm disgusting like that.

Why do I have to be like that? Like this!?

Why...? Do I keep stealing other's oxygen, knowing that is now too difficult to have fresh air...?

Somehow I want to put an end to this crap.

But I'm even too coward for doing it.

Forgive me, Earth but...

Sometime you'll be saved from this filthy human.