I once liked someone very much.
Like it to the point where it can be called love.
But actually he never said he liked me.
It's because of my appearance that it takes up a lot of tenderness that doesn't belong to me.
It's his business to be nice to me, it's my fault to indulge in it.
It's all just your own fault.
Stand-in stalker, BE and HE are uncertain
I was tortured in the early stage and tortured in the later stage.
Mainly in the first person perspective, be careful if you enter.
Subjective vision
Slight bg (the beginning... Is really light, just a paragraph www)