Because I read books by writers like Dostoevsky, Watanabe, and Nishio Ishin who love to write nonsense, I also became very fond of writing nonsense literature.
What's a bit funny is that after reading the book, I'm confused about the plot, but I still remember the nonsense clearly.
I haven't learned any profound principles of life or anything, but I have the aura of being a second grader, to the extent that I feel embarrassed even if I look at it.
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(Former Secondary 2 Introduction)
I hate him.
Is hate a form of malice? I don't know, I just hate him. If I say it, write it down, and turn the hatred into reality, maybe the hatred in my heart will dissipate a little.
I just hate him for my own reasons.
But then, wouldn't I be the only guilty person left?
Unleashing malice will only create more malice. If you want to relax, write it down and forget about all those feelings.
Purpose: for love