Are they all fake?

Then I'......

What is it?

I looked around and smiled as hard as I could. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As if this is the only way to make one's presence seem less of an eyesore.

Tremors crept through my heart.

It makes me feel like I don't know how to face the world.

The sun is still shining......

The stuffiness was so intense.

But now I seem to wish the heat would get a little stronger.

Maybe that's the only way to make your heart feel at peace.

I don't even know how I got to my bed.

Quietly curled up in the corner.

That strong sense of thinness seems to be oppressing me all the time.

I......

What is it?

Or rather......

What is the meaning of my purpose......

I......

Does my existence really make sense?

I......

What is it?

All kinds of thoughts about the world seemed to pierce my heart like a needle, and I felt that coldness to the bones, and I didn't know what this world was.

Just trembling......

Trembling......

The cold fingertips connected through the nerves to my heart, myself in the dark.

Always......

In fear......

Anytime......

In danger......

I......

Maybe it belonged to such a place in the first place, right?

In such a dark world......

I......

I......

I......

Just ordinary people?

No......

I'm afraid it's not even an ordinary person......

I......

I......

I......

What should I do?

Isn't my idea of revolution ridiculous......

But......

Something like that......

Does it really make sense for me like this?

I......

It's not ...... anymore

I......

It's just that......

I......

Just a monster......

A person who is not allowed to exist at all.