When he was eight years old, his father killed his mother in order to find so-called true love.
I wasn't very sad because I knew that no one would consider my feelings, nor would they feel heartache because I was hurt, so I didn't have to care about anyone's feelings.
I hate loneliness, but at the same time I love loneliness, because the only thing that stays with me is loneliness.
This article will be written from the first perspective