As a third-rate person, no one loved me, so in order to be loved, I turned myself into another person.
I want to be close to her and become her, but at the same time I want to stay away from her and hate her. If I become her, I will be loved, but if I become her, I will no longer be me.
So, every time someone says they love me, I always wonder, does he really love me? Or is it just a copy of her? If genuine products appear, will anyone still love me, a third-rate product?
So, I gained love, tested love, lost love, over and over again.
Until he appeared and said to me, just because I don't love you as much as I imagined, doesn't mean I don't love you anymore.
Warning: Involving bullying at school, confusion about sexual orientation in adolescence, sex/evil theory, first-person perspective of the female protagonist
Concept: Just because I don't love you as much as I imagined doesn't mean I don't love you anymore