Book: Zaregoto Series

God, what an unrealistic picture. But then again, if I were asked what I think is a realistic scene, I wouldn't have anything to answer.

I prefer not to have an opinion.

It wasn't a sumptuous emotion like jealousy, admiration, or the desire to become the same. It was a sense of inferiority. It was an annoying level of despair in my own self. It was a depressing level of self-disappointment.

You are guilty that you are you, this is your crime, but this is also your punishment.

You can't even imagine how I'm overwhelmed by everything. Life, the people around me, the people around me, all these different intentions that make up this world, and all the ones that it doesn't make up of, you, Mikoko-chan, and, in fact, myself. It's all just a fucking headache. If there's anyone disgusted by something, so be it. Life brings only pain. I don't see any value in that.

A banal loser, or a comical henchman, could not do this.

Let individuality choke on itself.

I know what sadness is, but for some reason it doesn't find it on me.

- Oh, this is a taboo question. If you ask it, then that's it, the end. I mean ... that everyone is like that, right?

"And why would I do something so pointless?" “… A phrase referring to the kind of thing that I don’t have the courage to say.

... After all, those who so easily and freely express their happiness and contentment can just as easily and freely express their discontent and anger.

She was so straightforward in her emotions that I almost envied her.

I wasn't kidding or anything, but nothing good would have happened if I tried to convince her by saying something like, “No, really. My memory is like zero, so it is mostly empty. I am a waste. Sometimes I forget my name. I forget - it's okay, but sometimes I remember it wrong. Well, in this case my memory is not zero, it is negative. When I was in elementary school, I signed the test with the name of the girl next to me, and then answered all the wrong questions, which gave her zero, that's how stupid I am. " I felt it was better to sound like a joker than a fool, so I just said maybe.

The thought that I cannot trust these people, that no matter how hard I try, I cannot truly think of them as my friends, makes me feel like a trash person. They showed me so much love, I can't give them anything in return.