Perfection... I wonder who created that word.

Whoever it is, I hate them.

I hated people who couldn't be themselves. I hated people that pretend they don't make mistakes. But maybe society was so engrossed in the illusion that they forget what we all really were. Human. And humans were not perfect. We never were, and at the way we're going, never will be. Why must they try to achieve something that isn't possible? Maybe the lie was what made them comfortable. The dream that there could be something so flawless and so pure to look up to.

If we're going to be destroyed anyway, why not destroy ourselves first?

If the world was perfect, there would be no such thing as suffering or death. But if there was no such thing as death, there would be no new life. If everything was perfect, I wouldn't be in this fucking hospital wasting my life away.

Perhaps people use perfection to hide all the hurt they feel from flaws. People hide their mistakes to make themselves feel better. Perfection was never real anyway. People strive for something that doesn't exist. It seems to be to the goal on everyone's mind now. Eventually all the pressure will come in and people will go into the brink of insanity. In all my years that I have lived, I have seen many who have fallen under the control of this so called 'perfection'.

Suicide. Murder. War. Accidents. Natural Disasters. Diseases. Starvation.

I hated them all. They made me sick to my stomach at the thought of being caught in it.

I'm stuck in a hospital with doctors telling me that I'll survive to comfort me. But I knew perfectly well that I wasn't. From all the things I've learned, the one that's affected me the most is that fairy tales didn't exist. Nothing happens that perfectly and your prince will never come unless you face reality. I guess it was nice to believe in.

Life is like the domino effect. If you can't become perfect, you urge your children to become perfect, and when they can't they urge their children. But all lines of dominoes eventually stop, and that is when things go horribly wrong. "I never intended it to turn out this way," you say to yourself, trying to comfort your own being without any consideration of anyone else's. There are people who create their own worlds so they don't have to take the truth, and I hated them.

The circle of life was imperfect and had no ends or beginnings, and I also hated that.

My name is Roxas Hikari and I hate myself.