I'm Rain, that's what they all call me. Sometimes I don't like the name, but they all call it that, so my opinion doesn't matter.
I have the habit of keeping a diary. Although this is not allowed, I still don't plan to give up this habit.
I live a happy life, they all say so. Sometimes I don't quite understand them, but I don't dare to say it because I'm afraid of their eyes.
Like a demon.
I don't understand, at all. But I dare not say it, because everything is normal.
I became more and more afraid of them, and more and more afraid of everything I found myself in.
I'm going to write it down, write it down because I want to
I have to leave something behind after they tear me apart and eat me.
You ask me who they are? You ask me what they have?
People live in their world.
This is the answer
Intention: Please be firm in yourself