I have everything a girl could want: a computer, a PDA, a private jet, a mansion in Japan and a limitless supply of clothing but everyday my thoughts always return to one feeling emptiness. Everyday I feel like I'm in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs but no one even looks up so I just stand there in the middle of the room while that empty feeling consumes me until I completely disappear but even then no one notices I'm gone, no one cares about me. If I told anyone about my problem they'd just think oh poor little rich girl what does she know about suffering. The truth is I know about suffering I have suffered ever since I was born. My name is Kimiko Tohomiko and I slipping into a serious state of depression.