A/n; Just touching up some punctuation. Nothing special.
Why should I care? Who am I going to wake up for anyway? No one cares about me. No one makes an effort... You know, it isn't a good feeling to be ignored. Right?
Well, everyone's been doin' that to me lately. It's a pain. Depressing. What can you do? Track them down and demand attention? No. Can't. Why downgrade yourself or in this case, myself even more?
You may refer to me as Len. Just Len. Reason for an improper intro: I'm going to die anyway.
No reason to get to know me is there? That'd be a waste of your time and my time.
I want to leave this world because there isn't shit for me here. I was run out by a youngster who's not all bad, but, c'mon. I was there first! I can act like a kid for fuck's sake. These are my last few days. Well anyway. Piko Utanae... Er... Utatane or whatever! The little shit caused me great discomfort. Apparently, he's some super mega desu shota guy, who's supposedly so–
Y'know what? I guess it's just jealousy. Too bad I figured it out now. What's done is done. It can't be undone! I'm dead, for sure! Even if I don't kill myself. Why do you think I'm sitting here in this cramped space writing this thing? Partially, for my sisters and my girlfriend. Other than that... Well... because. Just because.
I will fold up this letter. So nicely packed and secure, that no one–even with a brain–will suspect a thing. I will be called down to the main thingy ma-jiggle and I'll be set free from this damned cage and go home to my "family." I will try to make them feel so horrible. It's partially their faults, anyway. And when I die, it will be on their heads, forever!
Then the world will go black and I'll see red. I will sit in my burning throne of red, orange, yellow and blue fire for the rest of eternity.