[OC with dissociative identity disorder]
> Sorry, but you have to die.
> Huh?
> "..."
> I understand. Only if I die can you keep living, right?
> Then, please, become a killer without holding back.
Every girl's first wife is her.
She is naive and innocent, carrying the secret hopes of a young girl as she carefully makes mistake after mistake. Thinking herself clever, she falls for life's tricks. Poisoned by old-fashioned idol dramas, she happily takes one loss after another. When she reaches a branching choice in life, she makes many careless decisions with great seriousness.
She's as stupid as a pig, yet curious, constantly getting into trouble and offending people, then hiding behind the crowd, afraid to show her face.
She's ugly and full of fantasies. With acne covering her cheeks and dry, scraggly black hair, she dreams in broad daylight of becoming everyone's darling or meeting a prince on a white horse.
She's arrogant yet timid, with ambitions as high as the sky and a fate as fragile as paper. When she coughs violently in winter, she sees many red, diamond-shaped eyes watching her vitality.
She works hard to put herself and her home in order, to become clean, pretty, diligent, gentle, capable, cheerful, sexy, innocent, alluring, and worldly. She almost becomes the ideal woman everyone talks about.
But we still don't love her, because she is us.
When everyone makes things hard for her, we don't spare her either.
Perhaps what we should really do is get healthy.
Theme: Recording something
