Since I was ten years old, I have felt that I am different from what others want in their hearts.
They chase stars,
They date paper men,
They draw pictures of the boys they long for and possess.
I'm different.
Ever since I was little, I have never been obsessed with any boy.
I concentrated on studying.
I have expressed my love to each other, but I have rejected them all.
I tried to accept it, but I saw that they were too enthusiastic about me...
It's really unbearable.
Every time I couldn't listen to the lesson, I would scribble in my notebook.
The paintings are all from different angles,
But it's the same person.
Deskmate?
I have no idea.
I'm just painting what I want in my heart.
Intention: Suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light.