Across the country, I was running wildly and wildly. Wherever I run, hatred is there. No, it's not - where the hatred is, there I am.
I am a dead person entangled in hatred. Those messy, black and twisted threads are shrinking my body and mind step by step, no, draining them dry.
I became a selfish person, but not self-reliant. Because everything I say and do carries threats to others and myself.
I'm a madman.
This is my evaluation of myself. It should be said that I have hidden this implementation so that no one in the world will know about it.
Of course, I was lonely. But in the face of loneliness, it is my only friend.
Because, I hate.
I hate everyone in this world, including relatives, lovers, and friends... I use the most vicious words in the world to curse this already dark and twisted world.
Someone said. From love comes hate. Without love, how can there be hatred? However, I clearly know that I hate it. As for whether I hate it or not, that doesn't matter.
All I know is that I like white the best. Because it can cover up my own blackness very well, so that I can let go of the big bad ridicule and laugh at my innocence and stupidity in a place where others can't find it.