Without a Soul, I Embark on a Journey of Parricide

This is a story about me finding myself and killing myself. I, who was already miserable, had my existence taken away by even "myself" on the way home, and I fell apart because of it. In order to get back everything that was taken away from me, I embarked on this road towards death. Childhood sweetheart, best friend, younger sister, "myself", who should I trust when I am broken?