I can't write, I can't write, my life is all pain, I can't breathe, I'm not loved, I can't write what it's like to be a lover, why she still doesn't love me even though I've worked hard and made money, why does my mother think I'm only useful for getting married, am I a commodity? Why is she so nice to me? She even bought me a cream cake for my birthday. She spent a lot of money on it and it was so delicious. Why does she love me so much? She also made me egg fried rice. There was too much salt but it was delicious. It turns out this is the taste of my mother. It's so disgusting. I feel like vomiting when I see the cream cake and smell the cream. My stomach hurts when I see the fried rice. I can't spit anything out. I haven't eaten anything and I can't drink any water. What is the meaning of life? I live to suffer, why should I live?
Purpose: Companionship is the longest confession of love
Reader comments
[Cat Claw] I want to read the next chapter QAQ
""Wood □□ Technique" is a big bug for the author~
Kinoshita taijutsu
Just follow your own path, at least it will be written more logically than the original work, and it will also make you happy [Pigeon]
[Cat Claw] I want to read the next chapter QAQ
""Wood □□ Technique" is a big bug for the author~ Kinoshita taijutsu
Just follow your own path, at least it will be written more logically than the original work, and it will also make you happy [Pigeon]
My mind is confused and I don't understand.