I don't understand why people are so obsessed with life and death. Survival of the fittest is the law of nature, isn't it? For right and wrong, I cannot clearly distinguish between them, just as equality does not mean justice; for the world, I am not normal, and everything stems from my incompatibility with others. So, no matter how weird I do something, there is a reason to take it for granted. Because I'm weird, because I'm a monster