I can't take it. I didn't ask for any of this to happen! I never said that I wanted to be a mafia boss. I just wanted a normal life! That's all I want! I've never been good at anything anyway! I'm useless and weak. Why would I be a part of the mafia? I don't want this! I can't handle the sins of our ancestors or the responsibility that comes with running a family. I'm only in middle school. I'm only fourteen. I've had to deal with a lot of scary people. I don't want to die. I don't want the people I care about to get dragged into this mess and get hurt. But I'm not strong enough to protect them. I'm too weak, too cowardly.
I can't handle this. It's too much for me to deal with. Everyone expects so much from me. But I don't want this. I know how it's all going to end. At this very moment, I'm lying down in a coffin, ten years into the future. With my name on it. I'm lying down where my dead body used to be. I can't believe I died. This just proves how I can't handle this. I'm not fit to be the boss, no matter what I can do while in Hyper Dying Will mode. None of it's my real strength anyway. All of this mafia stuff has just been pushed on me without anyone asking if I wanted to. No one cares. I didn't ask for any of this!
I don't want to deal with this anymore.