That's something I can't describe. I may no longer be in this world.
I thought I was just sick and I went to see a psychiatrist.
The doctor said that I was ill, and that I was seriously ill.
I was sitting on the balcony, looking at the sunset on the horizon and enjoying the beauty of the world.
The human world is really good, but it won't come in the next life.
I'm tired, and no one cares whether I'm happy or not.
Maybe it was just his appearance and then his departure that was the last straw for me.
Intention: I am not a "good person"