Being the Twenty-First Entry (Voice; The desire to die keeps rising)

[anti_asymmetry]

Seventy-three itchy, ugly red dots on one arm.

Sixty-five on the other.

Right leg, twelve clusters. Left leg, nine.

The world is out to get me. I am destined to be asymmetrical for the rest of my pitiful existence. Why was I ever born to begin with?

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[anti_symmetry]

I'm not going anywhere near your room.

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[anti_asymmetry]

I don't care.

[anti_asymmetry]

Life is meaningless.

[anti_symmetry]

That isn't true, Kid! You've got us and Rika. And you're going to become the perfect shinigami, remember? That's not meaningless!

[anti_asymmetry]

THEN WHY DO I HAVE MORE SPOTS ON ONE ARM AND LEG THAN THE OTHER, LIZ?

[anti_symmetry]

The chicken pox doesn't know any better. If you can pull through this, you can do anything, Kid.

[anti_asymmetry]

But- I can't stand it. I can't stand looking at myself. I'm hideous.

[anti_symmetry]

Then we'll hide all the mirrors so you can't see yourself until they're all gone.

[anti_asymmetry]

I have eyes, you twit.

[anti_symmetry]

Then keep wearing your long-sleeve jacket and that'll hide most of them.

[anti_asymmetry]

Think of the contamination! I don't want these sores to smear all over my jacket!

[anti_symmetry]

Then let's get a jacket you can throw away!

[anti_asymmetry]

Are you even listening to yourself?

[anti_symmetry]

I know what I'm saying, but I'm trying to put your best interest first!

[anti_asymmetry]

...Find me some calamine lotion.

[anti_symmetry]

Fine, fine.