I'm About to Die

I am a playboy in the eyes of outsiders, a prodigal in the eyes of my father, and a mud in the eyes of my teachers. I should have rotted in the corner, and I should not have dragged the moon in the sky into the quagmire with me. But I just like the moon. As long as the things I like come to me, they must be mine. —— Dead human literature Neither attacking nor receiving is normal, please look at it with a dialectical perspective Paranoid, sick and suffering × attack Mission: Cherish life, love now