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            Hi. My name is Junhong. I’ve been good and happy-go-lucky all my life until cancerous cells started dominating my body a few months ago. I’m now lying in an empty hospital room, just a bed, a TV, a desk and a chair. Nothing else.

            My parents stopped visiting me. I guess they got too tired of doing that. My friends left me, thinking I don’t, and never will have a chance to live on. I don’t blame them. It wasn’t them; it was I.

            My parents didn’t do their jobs as parents well; all they cared about were each other and their works. They thought the only way for me to be happy is by giving me money. They're wrong. So wrong. So, I killed them. My ‘friends’ only took me into their circle because I’m ‘beneficial’, you know, being in a rich family and all. They don’t really care about me, so I killed them.

            I forgot to mention; there’s a glass wall next to my door, but I can’t see anything beyond it. It’s like, the glass is just there, but not meeting its purpose.

            My parents stopped visiting me. I guess they got too tired of doing that. My friends left me, thinking I don’t, and never will have a chance to live on. I don’t blame them. I told you. It wasn’t them; it was I.

            I think I’ll see them real soon.