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?

Comments

[rockstar_otouto]

.. You actually counted them all?

[anti_asymmetry]

You're the second person to ask me that.

[rockstar_otouto]

I guess I shouldn't be surprised. .. About you counting them.

[anti_asymmetry]

...It was only natural.

[rockstar_otouto]

You're so obsessive.

[anti_asymmetry]

What a formidable illness...