It's Hard Being Alive
Since I was little, I was plagued by an illness where my hands couldn't stop shaking for unknown causes, and I couldn't understand it at first sight, but in craft classes, I was ridiculed by my friends, and my parents scolded me. It doesn't heal even when I go to the hospital, it just gets worse even when I become an adult, and I'm being ridiculed even at the company I work for. In addition to that, the exterior is also clumsy, making women feel uncomfortable. I've lived my life believing that something good will happen someday, and I'm already past 50. A life where I was bullied and made a fool of by others. When I finally found a woman I liked and confessed, I was displeased, scolded, and rejected. My heart was broken. I have had no appetite for the past few days, and my sleepless days have continued. I don't have any money to do facial plastic surgery, and even when I go to a marriage agency, we only meet once. Two or three years ago I was hospitalized due to poor health. How is it? There's nothing good about being alive. I'm drinking and crying.
