I don't think it's okay to be alive
I say it every time my parents scold me. I think it's an auditory hallucination these days, the damn woman who only complains, is so tyrannical and can't do anything, but it seems like I'm hearing bad things that have been said by bad friends
Unknowingly, they say it's too loud... I'm causing so much trouble, is it okay for me to live? Aren't I the trash in this world?
My father puts pressure on all my brothers and sisters to go to a good university because he couldn't get out of a good college, and my two older brothers met my father's expectations and went to a good college or high school, and my two older brothers, one year older, got sick.
So I have to be firm. That's why I've decided that I'll never cry in front of those two people, and I won't throw up a weak voice. Because if I'm not firm, they'll be crushed. But we're at the limit.
The lines from the drama club didn't come into my head either, and the line I was told to memorize during the winter vacation is 6 days away, so I haven't touched anything.
No matter what I do, it's useless scum. It's social trash.
Are you listening to a friend with a complicated family environment and saying that it's hard? It makes me think. There must have been many things even for that kid.
Why me? You don't have to be human.
It would be a waste to be born into a smart, well-made creature called a human being to be useless like me.
I don't know who I am. Which one of me, who acts all the time, is real, and is it true that I wrote this question... I'm already tired.
How can I become who I am?
