I feel like writing.

  It's so stuffy, this feeling in my chest. Why do I do this to myself?

  Everything hurts, but I don't want to fall asleep just yet. How contradictory.

  This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

  I want to cry, but I don't want to cry.

  Are you sad?

  I am sad.

  Why am I sad?

  I don't know.

  At least I'm smiling. Even if it's pained.

  At the very least.

  Smile at me, won't you?

  Fate.

  But I can't just leave everything up to you, can I?

  I have to... put in effort too.

  It's just... everything hurts.

  How do I put in effort when I simply can't?

  Cry for me. Smile for me.

  Just an ordinary man.