People are scared of thunder and lightning, but strangely I find them calming. “The world might finally come to an end… as I wished.” It feels like I’m stuck, but I don’t know how to get out. That’s probably why I hope everything ends all at once. “I’m not unhappy but I’m not happy either. I wouldn’t care if the world ended now. Everyone is on their way to their graves, so why everyone is so happy and excited?” Sometimes, I think that people who are damaged are much more honest than those who live their lives happily.
