I am killing as many mosquitoes as possible, lying in bed at 4 AM, because I don''t deserve love. I need to earn it, and I will earn it by mosquito-hunting. There is a someone who I am killing the mosquitoes for, because the someone really hates them. Whenever I mention mosquitoes, even for a second, even to say, “I''m lazier and more worthless than them”, my someone will start going on and on about how awful they are and how they''ll keep you up at night if you don''t put on Odomos or just happen to be in the wrong corner of the room. On and on.


    Even if it''s not for the someone, though, killing mosquitoes is… I mean, a LOT of people hate mosquitoes. Why not? They''re annoying. I think there are much more hateable creatures in this world, but mosquitoes are very easy to hate. They won''t care if you hate them. Meanwhile, if you hate me, a bit of the warmth in my body will start to seep out every day, even if I say, “yeah, I see where you''re coming from.”


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    Killing mosquitoes, SOMEONE will want some mosquito corpses. I want to earn some love. I deserve none of it. Who deserves anything? What''s the point? And no one is keeping score of my mosquito kill count and there''s no points system for how much I deserve love, there are no ‘worth points’. I''m still killing mosquitoes. One by one by one. I''m not even good at it, I can barely manage to swat any because my reaction time isn''t nearly good enough.


    I can''t stop it, though. I can''t stop. I keep killing more mosquitoes, more and more and more. It''s 4:12 AM and I am all alone.