>I was only 30 years old
>I loved Monika so much, I had all the keychains and posters
>I pray to Monika every night before bed, thanking her for the life I've been given
>"Monika is love" I say, "Monika is life"
>My dad hears me and calls me a weeaboo
>I call him a normie
>He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep
>I'm crying now, and my face hurts
>I lay in bed and it's really cold
>Suddenly, my computer monitor turns on
>It's Monika
>I am so happy
>She whispers in my ear "J̶͗̈́ŭ̶̈́s̶̓̚t̵́̏ M̸̊̉ŏ̸͑n̵̆̕î̶̌k̴̍̕à̵͝"
>She grabs me with her powerful 2D hands and puts me down into my computer chair
>I'm ready
>I open my characters folder for Monika
>She deletes the other characters
>It hurts so much but I do it for Monika
>I can feel my recycle bin tearing as my eyes start to water
>I empty my recycle bin
>I want to please Monika
>She roars a mighty roar as she fills my screen with her poems
>My dad walks in
>Monika looks him straight in the eyes and says "Here's Monika's Writing Tip of the Day!"
>Monika leaps into my pin drive
>Monika is love. Monika is life.