I Want Live In Your World
The Bitter Real Life

I was trapped in a scattered room. The scattered paper was blown by the wind that rushed through the window of the room. The day came - it was raining, accompanied by sunlight that fought the rain drops. The two collide, and go on a rampage. I quickly closed the window, but as I removed the window support, the wind speed increased and pushed the shutters, clamping my hand.

For a moment I stared at the sheet of paper my duty was already wet. When the pain in the hand began to feel I also decided to sit on the side of the window that was still open with drops of rain water that entered as if visiting my room.

I thought for a moment, with the commotion of rain water mixed with Anging who increasingly beat the sunlight. I thought how sad my life was, but it wasn't too long. Because I decided to go downstairs, and again stared at the empty room without whose voice - who was the sound of my footsteps stepping on the wooden stairs. Then I opened the lower door, and a small white animal came running up to me and meowing, and I immediately greeted him and took him into the house, and he climbed up the stairs following my steps.

In the room I stroked my blind white cat, and he fell asleep. And when the wind had subsided I tried again to close the window of the room and while staring at the speck of rain, with tucked God's question why I choose life in this world?

I also remember how I expressed feelings for my childhood love through what up. I said at length hoping he understood and hoping that he would call me back even if it was just a mistake, but it was just my imagination and my hope, after I expressed my feelings, I was the last person to send a message to my childhood love. And until now there was no message or news from him, and so did my feelings the longer I faded. Although I actually knew that I had never been in the mind of my first love, and there might have been someone he loved and loved, and how could I possibly have a face like that of a grandmother - this grandmother and this little body are in someone's heart. And no one would be interested in me, but I always wished I knew when there would be a rich, handsome, and beautiful young man coming to see me. Encourage me to keep trying hard. But the more fantasized the more I was left behind in life.

Another thing that disappointed me was when my friends easily understood the lecture material, and had participated in various off-campus activities that made their name. And I was disappointed when I realized that no one was sincerely friends with me. Disappointed in yourself that is difficult to adapt and difficult to communicate smoothly and well.

My tears trickled racing with raindrops remembering all the disappointment I felt in my heart. Then I reflected and cursed my shadow. Then she cut my long hair, saying, "Want to live in another dimension"