Sometimes I am suddenly hurt beyond words. At those times, I desperately long for decadence, decadence, and destruction~~~
Who said I would forget? I just didn't dig out the memories and chew them over and over again. I hate you, just these three words!
This article was originally written between 2010 and 2011. It is purely fictitious. I would like to use this article to commemorate some of the confusion and delusions about youth. I would like to use this article to commemorate some wounds that hurt every time I open them. I would like to use this article to commemorate my tragic self who likes to tear open the scabs and heal them, tear them and heal them again, and repeatedly self-abuse for pleasure.
The writing style is quite immature and childish. I hope that those of you who have the chance to read this article will bear with me and give me more opinions. Thank you!