To them I am simply an object from the past
that they wish will disappear
Then why do I exist?
Why am I alive?
When I thought about this
I could find no answer
But as you live you need a reason
otherwise it's the same as being dead
I then came to this conclusion
I exist to kill every human besides myself
fighting only for yourself
living while only loving yourself
If you think that everybody else
simply exists to allow you to experience that feeling
nothing is better that that world
As long as there are people in this world
for me to kill and continue to feel that joy of living
my existence will not vanish...


...i wonder...
Did my existence ever become necessary for anyone?...
...that's me.
The me...whose existence someone else needed.
Why?Why did I want to become like that?
Why did I desire it so badly?
Those eyes...
That nоse...
That mouth...
Why?
Why is that ''Gaara''?
I used to be inside of that
But what am I now?
Just a state of conscicusness...
What did it used to be?
It was just...a small...feeling.