There is not such a worthless thing unless there is a talking partner.
But it is not thrown away. Therefore the room is filled with things. Therefore my room overflows with the thing which is not thrown away. I seem to look and turn oneself whom I cling to in the past away and close it. ... My room does not have a place to stay. My town does not have a place to stay. My world does not have a place to stay. My words do not have heaviness. There is not breath. I am detested with carbon dioxide keeping on shining. I reduce oxygen and drain carbon dioxide and take out feces and take out urine and am fagged out. Your heart only warm for my sigh if born to me.
I am two stacks alignment to "be dead" when I "live" same as a cat.
Do what, appearing cries. But living lives a life. Rather I may have been dead. I do not understand it whether even a person acting with a clear aim lives if not recognized by a person. Is it Schrodinger ? I do not understand it if I do not open a box. I do not understand it if I do not observe it.
Was it decided before observing it? Did it determine it to observe?
Is there oneself who is not confirmed by a person now?
I stared at the cutter all day. Tears collected to the eyes when they thrust it at an arm.
I bound a neck with the cord of the lamp. Power does not enter for fear and pains. I do not understand whether I do not want to die whether I want to die. Which will the reason that cannot be wasted whether you are coward whether it is pride be? I went slightly far and wide for a change at night. However, I thought only that I murdered that person. I was able to think about only it. It is ... in that way in this way so so.
... which it "spoils" which it "spoils" which it "spoils".
The feelings that want to kill a person are to be "normal".
I expect "an abnormal thought" of a murderer.
Because "that person is an abnormal person, ..." Doraemon helps it; and ..., ceremony ... of the revival,
"Therefore luck was bad". Such a murderous fiend concludes which there is not generally and wants to feel relieved.
... we face each other with various regret and hatred and live. I live. I live.
I want to sometimes take it.
Just I am p@ y in the ... that place side： Ther
I went to the bookstore. I read "the rising impact" that caught eye by chance. I was absorbed in reading it. The feeling that had sound voiced went slightly in the distance when I noticed it. This thought of comics .