And so I started my hateful life against my will, of course I tried to commit suicide several times in the previous six years, oh, I forgot to mention that it has been 6 years since fart light took me to this world... Importantly, the first year I stopped breastfeeding from the mother in order to die of hunger, but unfortunately the priest's energy allows for rejuvenation and lack of food, although this is not very effective, but it compensates for the needs of the body in a large way... In the second year I started plan ( B ), I kept crying and screaming until my vocal cords were cut off or I was affected by something or a poisonous insect entering my mouth and dying, but my plan failed for a number of reasons, the most important of which is the cleanliness of the palace and the second is watching the maids for me all the time, which prevented even the speck of dust from passing through.
In the third year I decided to implement Plan ( C ) when I felt I could move, I started crawling constantly out of bed in the hope of falling to the ground and breaking my neck or something and finally dying, but fate wants to enter the damn maid named claira and prevent me from carrying out my goal every time... In my 75th attempt to get out of bed and prevent claira lee as usual, I looked at her and vowed that I would torture this mirror in the fires of hell, tear her nails, cut her fingers with a finger, then cut off her hand, then her limbs, rape her in the middle of the whole village and then bathe her with her blood!
Maybe claira, if you know what I'm thinking and what I'm going to do with it when I grow up, you're going to run away and let me achieve my goal! She didn't even understand having cried in her face several times and looked at her badly, it seems that the gods of stupidity blessed claira with her enormous blessings ... After some time the mother began to worry, that I do not even remember her name because I was busy thinking about suicide plans, the mother decided to put wood around the bed like cage bars, then I thought about using the spaces between the wood to enter my head and then pull it hard to break my neck and finally die, but stopping a single obstacle in front of my goal, my big damn skull did not enter the void between the wood!
I then thought about hitting my head repeatedly with wood until my forehead was swollen like a watermelon and as usual it didn't work.
In the fourth year I started implementing Plan ( D ) and used a plan that I didn't want to use ... I put my fingers in my mouth and held my breath until my face was red like tomatoes, then my eyes became blurry and I lost sight of my surroundings, thanked the hateful gods of death for letting me die at last, but the lady of bad luck did not allow me again to achieve my goal, two minutes after the implementation of my plan maid claira rushed to the room and found me trying to kill myself and prevented me ... Again! That day I pledged once again that I would torture this foolish and stupid maid in the worst way when I grow up ….