Sorry...

"It's up to you to save the world!"

That's all they yell. Calling me to fix their problems, not even lifting a finger to clean their messes.

Who chose me, huh? That's what I want to know. Why am I the one burdened with the lives of everyone? Why do I have to do it alone? They never asked me if I wanted to be the saviour. I just want to enjoy my life like everyone else. Is that really too much to ask?

I can't save everyone. And, even if I do, who's there for me. Who will save me when I'm dying on my knees, torn apart by my "destiny" that you cursed me with ? I have no one by my side yet I'm supposed to be there for everyone. The world has done nothing for me, yet I'm supposed to surrender everything for the world. That's just messed up...

I can't do it. I'm sorry. I'm just... tired. I'm sorry.

I know it's up to me to save the world, but I can't.

I guess the world is doomed then.

I guess, when the world is up in flames and about to crumble into ashes, you can blame me if it makes you feel better.