I'm in my last year of high school, and I still don't know what life is. I don't have any friends, because I don't need any, I have myself. I have my own little world, in which I live my own little life. Yet when I look at others, I don't even feel alive. At night, I often dream of a yellow cat. I'm scared of this dream, because it brings bad news. I'm also scared of myself, because I keep having this dream. I'm scared of life, because I don't know how to live.