the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Cannot stress the loneliness enough. I did it to myself, I know.

You know it too, we’ve talked about it.

However the pressure of saving a life everyday, is heavy.

The only reason I’m screaming over and over, is I’m hoping someone will hear and take pity on me.

Maybe that’s wrong, it wouldn’t even work. A temporary friend is better than nothing.

I’ve just stopped going back to the sea, to find a new fish. They’ll just swim away with a piece of me.

I only have one piece, not willing to risk it. I can’t give anything to you.

The villagers run away screaming, then ask why you're upset.

Why you’re burning down their village.