Drenched in sweat, I try to maintain in society.
I fail, almost every day.
When I stand at the side of a kindergarten playground,
and when I walk through a mall with an abnormal hunger for security.
I go through life vague.
I don't believe, and I don't speak.
Without social ability,
peace is not an option.
Pain gives me the strength to keep myself from butchering them.
They... It's them.
Why do they always chase me?
I close my eyes for a second. It makes me nervous.
Always keep your eyes open, one of my caretakers once said. Sleep is a sign of weakness.
Ofcourse he is right.
I must not rest. He was right. Yes.