December's misfortune.

Pro. December's Misfortune

I cry today too.

Today, too, I stand on this last road, the same as always.

I always try to commit suicide.

All the people I love so much,

December 24th, 11:59 PM.

12:00 AM on December 25th.

When this time comes, everyone dies.

On that December Christmas, a curse like a curse was cast upon me.

It's raining today too.

It is a columbarium with many trees and streetlights that flash and turn on.

The people I love, my family, they're all dead.

Whenever I look at the memorial photos of my family, tears always flow.

Why do I always have to go through things like this?

Shouldn't I have lived?

Why was I born to experience this?

The world I live in. Why is the world so cruel to me?

Why do you make it so hard for me?

The person I hate the most is.

Stepdad. Stepdad. Stepdad.

//Why did you eat and learn something from your biological mom and dad to be like this?!!! //Just die, you bitch!!!!!// Ugh, tsk tsk

I didn't even go home, let alone hear all these curses.

I wish this was all a dream.

So I ran out of the house.

Knock... knock knock... - knock knock... -

Then raindrops fell on my face.

Thump -

You

ah..,

Knock...thud thud thud thud thud... -

Shoo... - Shoo... -

I didn't know it would be this difficult.

I really want to die.

Just as I was about to wake up.

Who took my hand?

Snap... -

It must be cold here, why are you getting rained on here?

11:35 PM

At this late hour..