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' What the hell is going on, can someone tell me please?
Why am I switching faster then the channels on TV?'

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[Gumi 🍃]

She didn't understand--No, she couldn't understand. Why is this happening? Why is everything happen? Why was she sad, there was no reason for her to be sad... Or is there?

Her mind was a mess, it was an absolute mess. It was clutter-filled with thoughts spiralling inside her head like a gigantic tornado, and she couldn't even let them out even if she tried.

'What the hell is going on?' She screamed in her head as her usually large eyes shrank. She clawed and tugged at her hair, as if she was trying to drag out the overflowing vortex of confusion from inside her head--But all it managed to do, was inflict slight physical pain.

"ARRRRGGGHHHHHHHH!" Gumi yelled at the top of her lungs and thrashed. Things collapsed and broke--Papers were torn, not many of the things in the room were spared.

She's snapped, badly. But she didn't seem to realize it. She just felt angry, irritated, mad at everything and everyone around her.

"They're all useless, useless!" She cried. "I hate this world!"

She wanted to destroy it, this God-forsaken world... She hated it so much that she wished it would blaze up in a huge, raging inferno that will consume everything.

Gumi choked back a sob. Suddenly, she just lost all energy--She just wanted to kill herself. Why does she bother? Why does she even bother trying to live? She shouldn't be so selfish, wanting to destroy the world for her own personal desires. If anything, it should be her who would just burn and die. After all, she was just one dim, lonely star in a galaxy full of connected constellations.

She fell to the side of her bed, crying. She was so confused. What was right? What was wrong? Why was she like this? Why was she even born, if all she would be was a hated freak?

"What the hell," She choked, laughing in a hollow, dry sound. "Why am I such a big mess? I think I'm losing my mind. Do I even have a mind?"

She just let the tears flow. She cried and cried for hours in the seclusion of her own room--Feeling all alone, unwanted. The darkness was her only companion, her comfort. That, she believed.

She failed to see her. A certain mute girl, faded by the doorway--Her six limbs falling loosely by her sides; the light of her screen dull and static.

For hours, Primadonna simply watched, at loss of what to do. Just a bystander, a forgotten witness to nearing insanity.