I want to write about Osamu Dazai and Lovecraft's Arctic Circle CP.
When did it start? The thought of me missing you makes my stomach churn and I feel like I'm being strangled and it's hard to breathe.
The rotten leaves floating on the water, the remains of cicadas, and the rain-drenched land all exuded the stench of decay.
When did it start?
Falling in love with you makes me despair from the bottom of my heart.
——Are we lovers?
--Yes.
This is really disgusting. But there was a morbid joy in my heart.
When we look at each other, I can't tell who the reflection of the abyss in your eyes comes from.
Intention: I think I'm crazy.