Those Days I Spent Scraping by in the Human World

Sometimes I realize I'm just extra, that nothing I do goes smoothly. I watch everyone else get ahead while I'm still standing where I started.

Other people come into this world to search for the meaning of life, but I came here just to make up the numbers.

In the end, I realized my life had no meaning.

The young are young. They don't dislike the spring breeze, grow irritated by summer cicadas, grieve at the autumn wind, or sigh over winter snow. They don't even notice the wealth they wear, and they dare to face injustice and unfairness, simply because they are young. That June, that scorching summer, that nineteen-year-old boy finished the last exam, stepped out of the campus where he had spent his days, took a couple of nice photos, and just like that, said goodbye to everyone.

Sometimes I wish I were just a child, crying when I fall and smiling when someone gives me candy.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.