I hate human beings.

When I remember being betrayed by them I just can't trust them anymore. For this reason I have avoided creating a social life as much as possible. Because of this, even though I am already 29 years old, I don't have any friends or a girlfriend.

There is a reason for me becoming a person this unsociable:

This is a story from when I was still a sixth grade elementary school student, and how I was falsely accused of stealing someone else's lunch money.

When the pouch containing the lunch money of one of my classmates went missing the class tried to look for this pouch together, however after looking for a while we still couldn't find it. This is when the girl who became the class representative suddenly shouted out. Apparently the pouch with the lunch money was found in my desk. It was all an evil plan of one of my classmates, that's the suspicion I harbour till this very day.

Actually until that unfortunate day I had been a very popular boy. I suspected this was the work of one of the other boys in my class, who had been jealous of me because I had been confessed to (and I accepted of course) by the class representative. However kids don't think about the consequences of their misdeeds. This event had turned in a very cruel experience for me, for while I denied it fervently no one believed me when I said I didn't steal the money. My class mates, my homeroom teacher, not even my own parents believed me.

Starting from that day my classmates started avoiding me. I had hoped my friends would at the very least believe me and stand by my side, but they too wouldn't listen and started to actively avoid me as to not get involved. Because of this more and more people started avoiding me. And as a result? Well, I learned to distrust human beings from a tender and young age.

While in junior high, high school, and even college I still continued avoiding other people. I continued being a lonely person away from others. Even now when I am already a part of normal society working for a company I try to avoid all social events to the very best of my ability.

And last year, while commuting to work on a train, I somehow became the culprit of a molesting incident (which I, of course, didn't commit). I continued to insist that I was innocent. No one believed me. The Judge found me guilty, no one, no one believed me. This caused my distrust in humanity to reach new levels of severity.

The judgement ruined my life. I lost my job and my relationship with my family that was already near non-existent ceased to exist entirely.

Now nearly a year afterwards, without having been able to get a job due the circumstances, I have been eating into my savings. Of course this wasn't enough and I had become something close to a walking corpse.

One day, while taking a stroll through the park at night I heard a woman scream. I immediately ran in the direction the scream came from, just in time to witness a young woman almost being raped by a knife-wielding man. I flinched but felt I had to help the woman.

I ran to the man and tried to save the woman, resulting in a struggle. This struggle unfortunately ended up with the knife sticking out of my chest. I desperately asked the woman to call an ambulance.

However she ran away screaming instead of calling an ambulance. Maybe she was in a panic due to the confusion, however that's beyond cruel. The man took out a cell phone but realising what he had done he just ran away instead of calling an ambulance as well.

I was left alone.

It didn't take long before my eyes start feeling hazy, my consciousness starts fading, and, just like that, I die.

The last thought that ran through my head while dying was how shitty humanity really is.