The world is so unfair. Rich people buy countless s they don’t even need, while poor peasants don’t even have a dime for food and fill their growling stomachs. Flawless gods and goddesses walk head high in between lines of worshippers, while unappealing monsters hide in the dark, avoiding the sharp daggers of mocks and insults. Important people are treated as diamonds, loved after a single spark, and treasured to avoid the tiniest scratch. The anonymous get treated as an empty can of beer; once emptied, they get crashed and stomped until flat before they get dumped on a stack of trash. Because empty cans are worthless. Cold, damp, dirty, useless. Just like me.

I’m insignificant once they’re done with me. I lend them my ears when they need me, and they give me a damn soundproof wall to thank me. They said I’m lucky because I’m rich: I have my own house, my own café, and I make a decent amount of money at such a young age. Is luck just all about money? Am I lucky that my own family trashed me? Am I lucky that my friends backstab me after taking advantage of me? Am I lucky that nobody loves me? That nobody cares about my damn existence?

Screw luck.

They said the world is full of adventures, but I see the world as nothing but a sphere of gravitational force slowly dragging me down the burning pits of hell. They said life is a wheel of ups and downs. Then why is my up never coming? Perhaps, my life is a stationary wheel—flat and pointless. Well, this is my life. This is me. I’m Byun Baekhyun. Please, save me.