What is a life?
What am I living for?
What are we living for?
Tell me how can I find all of my reason for living.
How do I know this? You can live on even if you have no reason.
But──
I was once dissatisfied with my current life until I opened the door and faced a scene that could overturn my daily routine. If there was a time machine that could take me back to the last second, I would beat up the insatiable me.
"Those who don't know why they are alive are themselves guilty, and the sentence is to let you die again."
So I died.
Traveled through vulgarly.
Harry Potter, the savior, the golden boy, the future Gryffindor, the protagonist of the novel who could not escape the clutches of fandom, was right in front of me.
I first felt hopeless, then sad and angry, and then fell into a state of self-destruction.
Oh, I hate his damn protagonist physique and his seemingly cursed bad luck.
◎Revised Chapter 22 on 2013.10.29
◎The update period is not fixed
◎pit, enter with caution
◎Please do not pat, you can feed
◎Thanks to every student who clicked and read
◎Easy labeling of article attributes is a lie (seriously)
