The story of my life isn't happy. The story of my life isn't interesting. It is filled to the brim with sadness. The thing it is lacking is adventure. The thing it is lacking. It's lacking interest right now. But it was exciting. It was exciting for a long time. But then certain events happened. Slowly making it less and less exciting as it went on.
I'll tell you about that story, I'll tell you what has happened to me up until now, where my life has gotten so boring and dull. It all started when I was in my mother's womb. She was young. She didn't want me. But she could have done better with giving me away. She didn't know. She was stupid. She didn't know that I'd be tortured. She thought it was for a good cause. But why was I given up before birth? Why didn't my mother want me? Was she forced to give me up? What did I ever do to deserve this? Could she be out there right thinking about like I'm thinking about her? Could it really be possible?
But whatever she did she still left me alo