Author's Note: I do not own Soul Eater.
A very dejected, miserable figure sat in the corner muttering to himself.
"I'm horrid, I hate myself, I should die, I'm trash, just horrid! I don't deserve to live, but I don't deserve the sweet release that is death, either! Kill me now spare me of my misery! Let me burn! I'll stab myself, twice! Just rid the world of me!"
"Kid? Just what the hell are you doing?"
"It's too horrid! I-I can't! It's just-NOO!"
"Kid, let me repeat myself. What the hell are you doing?"
"Maybe he realized he has three white stripes on one side, but not on the other."
"Patty! He'll start crying even more now!"
"Well, it's true."
"It is! I should die! I'm not worthy to be a grim reaper! But it's worse, much worse!"
"Kid stop cr-"
"What could be worse than your hair?"
"Patty!"
"What? Oh, oh … I see …"
"Patty?"
"Liz, did you notice?"
"Notice what?"
"Kid."
"Of course, I noticed Kid!"
"Because asymmetrical trash like me sticks out like a sore thumb! I mean, look!"
And with that, he trust out his shirt, revealing that three buttons secured a piece of fabric over another. It was, indeed, not symmetrical.
"I've been wearing it the whole day!"