I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.


How do I tell you so it doesn't sound like an excuse?

もう嫌

Full moon.
I feel more.
I take more.
Crazy swinging mood.

So I convinced myself things were not as bad as I took it for.


No moon.
Calm sea.
Human again.

But why do I still perceive it the same way?



Because it's the truth.
I should stop blaming it on others.

It's me.
After all, it's me.
It has always been me.
It is broken.
I broke it.


I don't know where I should start counting.
But this is perhaps the second hit.


What's wrong with me.
I want to stop.
I don't like this.
Not this.
Stop.
Make it stop.
I've had enough.
How many more times do I have to take the hit?

Where were you who decided this would be our life?
Why disappear. Why now. What now.

Why you.
What did I do.
What did we do.