I don't know why sometimes I can't bring myself to face life as it is.
Sometimes I don't even know what I'm thinking or talking. This place just seems like a ranting ground. What's left is just the remnants of everything foreign. No more stories of sunny days, only rainy to stay.
I can't even think of anything not pessimistic.
And he comes home and says everything else to bring me down. No more gachapon.