There is no doubt that I hate rain.
Not only the shoes that may get wet, the embarrassment of not having an umbrella, but also the superstition that rain brings bad luck.
Just as I don't agree that rain puts me in a good mood, I don't agree with the possibility of alienation in this world.
Even though there are a lot of novels, animations, and games that use such plots as selling points, they attract friends who are still called "middle school students" at my age.
I still don't believe it.
People taking the subway to work looked at each other in disbelief at the beauty who turned into a drooling monster in a matter of seconds.
When the breeding base inspected the automated program, it was discovered that all the pigs in the greenhouse merged into a mass of meat that could not be distinguished.
The students who were running wildly on the stepping stone road rushed to school, only to see that their own pitcher plants had swallowed the entire building.
To be honest, I really don't believe in such things.
But but.
Who will save me?
I'm only seventeen years old.
But this black thing seems to stay in my left eye forever.
Intention: The destiny of life is to love this world, hate this world, love this world