Anyway, I am the only one left alive in my world. Everyone I love and those who love me have abandoned me and don't want me anymore. Many things are meaningless to me. What I love now are dead things that cannot speak, that is, fetishes. Not only am I selfish, hypocritical, and indifferent, I am also a complete coward. Although I am not afraid of death, I am afraid of thinking about what I have lost, and I am afraid that loneliness will swallow me up. So I will smile, not when I am alone.
I want to write a serious drama, but because I have a really weird personality, the article is sometimes happy and sometimes sad, so let's just make do with it. . . Sweat~