I'm About to Die

In other people's eyes, I'm a wastrel. In my father's, I'm a spendthrift. To my teachers, I'm hopeless.

I should have rotted in a corner. I shouldn't have dragged the moon from the heavens down into the mud with me.

But I like the moon.

If I like something, then once it's mine, it's mine for good.

A story about a dead person.

Neither the top nor the bottom is exactly normal, so please look at them with a discerning eye.

An obsessive, troubled bottom × top

Theme: Treasure your life. Love in the present.