Book: Pink time of my school life a fraud. Page 2

Introduction we are one-sided. The other side knows nothing about me.

Invited - give up. Action single in the name of preserving the balance and the instinct of avoidance. I mean, if you answer "okay, I'll go", and it turns out that it was only formal politeness on their part, will be very awkward. Just like at a party in high school, when they strained laugh and say "Oh, you coming too?.." Courtesy need to respond with courtesy, it's called etiquette.

The winter sky was clear. I could see the constellation of Orion. Surely there were others, but Orion is the only constellation that I know.

Everyone is happy Christmas in their own way. We ate chicken, cake, chatted with each other, raised glasses...
But wait. Wait.
Is it really Christmas?

You can push back your deadlines, but can not move the exams.

If words could change someone's life, we all would LIVE in a WONDERFUL WORLD.

Logical way you can convince only those who are guided by logic.

The truth is, talking to me basically, "you" or "listen." I'm beginning to suspect that they really don't remember my name.

Yes, let's tomorrow. Wonderful words that I am ready to repeat every day.

Hey, what good qualities do you have?

Why all the problems you solve this way?

I have to go on the stage, in the spotlight.
My scene is a deserted road, a path that starts from the faintly glowing exit.
A stage for solo performances of Hachiman Gekiga.

As much as I saw, there, inside, always have a sober me. Who always sees the state I'm in. As much as I laughed, no matter how fun, I always subconsciously feel that it's not me.

Adults are only when accept that we have to surrender over and over again.
- Here's how...
Growing up, when it narrows your view of the world. Only limiting the choice of discarding the extra options, you can more or less accurately calculate the future.