Right now, as you can tell, I am standing in front of you all to give my speech about myself. But really, you should all know that speech is rather hypocritical; I was told to make a speech about myself in a certain way, but this certain way isn’t like me at all. Iwas told to write about me, and yet, I was given boundaries. It’s my life, so why can’t I take the reins, instead of trusting it to cough, cough, I mean having it stolen from it me by, cough, others? Maybe I want to rock back and forth *rocks back and forth*, and maybe I should be able to lean against the podium if I want to *leans on the podium*. I was told to speak clearly, but maybe I would rather jusht talk with a lishp, inshtead of talking normally. And maybe I feel like pro-nun-cee-ate-ing eh-ver-ie worde ande sill-ah-bull. And I’m supposed to look all of you in the eye, but guess what? I’m shy, and if I look at someone’s face I’ll freeze up and not be able to talk correctly. This is also why I don’t want to be up here, ‘cause I’m shy, and I don’t like people or talking to people. I’m an antisocial freak, and if you’ve got a problem with that, you can walk out of the metaphorical door of my life. And a whole other reason why I don’t want to be up here is because of saliva. Spit, drool, the goop in your mouth, whatever you want to call it, when I speak up here, it tends to build, so I have to do this *does sucking in saliva thing* at different points in the speech so I don’t have drool dripping down my face onto my shirt, which you can probably tell, would be disgusting and embarrassing.

But really, I’m supposed to tell you about me, right? Well, the aforementioned is rather adequate information that you just had to actually infer with, but I guess I do have to explain to those who are zoning off. For the most of you, all you know about me is that my name is [VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID]. All I am is [VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID VOID]. But, in truth, I’m not just [VOID VOID], but I’m also Lestia Whytoo, and The_Magical_Yoshi, and Tisuro, and SapphireDragonHeart, and Ari, Serphisa, Virizion, Kuroi, Ross, Arianna, and Elkarez. I’m technically all these people, and yet, none of you know this. You don’t know that some of my best friends I can only reach via a computer, and, being the super weirdo I am, I, for the love of Rayquaza, adore Pokemon with all of my heart. Once again, the metaphorical door of my life is still right here *gestures to the left*. You want more, well, I can give you some quotes that really fit me, here’s some: “This world is sick.”, “I don’t want to live in this world anymore.”, “Now it’s over I’m dead and I haven’t done anything that I want, or I’m still alive and there’s nothing I want to do.”, and this one really fits the situation: “I don’t wanna.”. But I guess I’ve rambled on enough, even though I’ve barely even scraped the surface of me. But really, I guess you all should know this: I don’t want to keep living, and yet, I don’t want to die. Basically, I hate life, and I’ll I can say ‘screw you, life’. To once again get my point across, I am an antisocial weirdo who didn’t want to have stepped up here, and if you need me, I’ll be in the back of the room either reading or writing about me character who just caused a guy to plummet to the bottom of a chasm and die, only to walk away while practically covered in the dead guy’s blood and talk to a guy with a lisp. Oh, and one last thing: these notecards are fake, see? *shows note cards, then throws them*. And I’ve been reading of off this paper the whole time. *holds up paper *.