Privately Owned

It's a mixture of the smell of soaked tobacco butts and vodka that's not strong but rather light if you take it seriously, plus another, special smell that belongs to him. It's not a good smell, but it's a smell that makes me addicted because of him. He rotted in the ground and was held in the palm of the hand, like a rotten bone but with a sweet smell, something indescribable and indescribable, and so did I. "You are always nice to me, what do you want?" "What do I want? I want you," I answered him. Sometimes when I look at his profile, I always think of something. I may really think I love him. "People are not grass and trees, I am really touched" "But this can't change anything, right? You don't love me" "We can be friends" Ha~ I'm actually not sad, "I will leave——" I was stunned, "Where to go?" "I haven't thought about it. I don't know when to leave. By then, everything here will be let go, including you." "So you are going to abandon me?" The uncontrollable sadness, I was abandoned by my other self, and it took me a long time to understand why I was sad. We are similar, so we care extra, and want to save you like a moth to a flame. They are scarlet roses that are so sweet and gorgeous that they are kitsch, and they are expensive cigarettes that have been soaked in water until they swell. They are vicious rats who are regarded as the same kind by everyone. They tore off their skin and waved to me in a bad way. Look, I am your kind. They were used to seeing countless self-identified and respected people showing off their despicable side. They also smiled and said, we are the same. It's really funny to rely on your own intelligence. They should be lucky that I'm not interested in these shameful things, otherwise the end would be ugly enough. Clown? I don't care, so it's irrational to expose myself in front of the same kind. I choose to approach as an admirer to cover up my nameless and irrepressible love. In my eyes, he is very fragile, but maybe he will not like someone who is more than him, so I am very obedient. But I can't help but feel attached to his existence, yet extremely sad. The more contact I have, the more I understand the differences. This is another one, another similar but completely different me. I can't let go. Maybe, he will be different. If he is childish, maybe? But he is childish and always handles things inappropriately. Maybe I showed up at the wrong time. My girlfriend of three years, I understand her mentality of wanting everything and not wanting to throw it away, but I handle it very well. This kind of thing that affects my mood requires hard work and just throws away everything I get. But she is different. She behaves too obviously and clumsily. It's just that he was troubled by this, which was really childish and cute. After I revealed her intentions, she forced herself to say that she knew it. Of course, it didn't mean that I was wrong in judgment. At that time, I really believed everything he said and firmly believed in his intelligence. This idea of ​​being forced was discovered after reviewing it. Suddenly I wanted to make a perfume, mix all the sweet and greasy flavors, and create a bottle of white cloud-like flavor. It is so huge that you can sink deeply into it and wrap it like a cloud, but in the end it shows its coolness. There is also a blue made almost white, which makes you feel like a quiet elf, but inadvertently makes you feel some purple tones, and finally a touch of warm red. Then make another bottle for him, Look, I always care about him so much, poor little brat, and I still can't bear to say that he is hateful. After all, who would lower himself to a humble admirer? My original intention was not to talk about marriage with me, but sometimes I would think so when looking at his profile. Maybe he was too harsh, and I was not prepared to be killed by a gun, so I did not have the ability to shoot and kill others. But, what is my original intention, why do I have to love and protect him? I remember that I was bored but happened to find him interesting enough, but found that he was different...? That's all, I will always deal with this kind of boring emotion, it's just a small mistake. Anyway, there are so many long and boring nights... Purpose: Self-salvation