"So, it hasn't changed at all..." Goku silently cried to himself. "Aren't I a good person? I've done everything that people ask of me!" Painful memories of Goku's past surfaced

as he held his knees tightly to choke back the tears. "What have I done...to deserve this? I wish...I wish I could just kill them all!" Goku clutched the carpeting on his floor as

he held in a scream. "I...I didn't do anything."

Goku walked silently through the halls, gazing into the distance. He didn't want to notice all the people talking and laughing with

their friends. "It's not a genuine relationship. We're all gonna end up alone anyway," Goku thought as he took a quick glance at the groups of people. He finally arrived at his

"morning spot" and sat down with a sigh. "What's wrong?" Keitarou sincerely asked. Goku didn't want anyone to know his weaknesses, nor did he really think anyone cared

about his problems. "Ah, nothing, just tired," Goku replied, thinking about the unkind people that were back at his hometown. He gritted his teeth. He wished there really was

someone out there who really cared for him. People who weren't just being nice because he was new. He even began doubting Hakkai's friendship since the comment Daisuki

made. "We all are just...alone," Goku thought as he went in and out of reality, imagining a world where people loved him, not because of convenience, but because they really

cared. "It is all just a facade, nobody really likes me, they're just pretending to. All like before. I'm being used. I should just kill myself now." But Goku could never work up

the nerve to even try, he feared God to much. Fearing being damned to Hell for committing such a terrible sin. He was stuck.