It's a little chilly today.
I'm afraid that night will come, so I'm thinking about dinner from daytime, but I'm taking a break and writing this.

I thought of an introductory sentence for the round dice, so I posted it. The theme is gifted.
People who are a little weird or who are good at something are sometimes liked by strange people, and they want to understand, understand.
But, I want you to love yourself without knowing. Actually.

I was also stressed because I was not good at being asked to understand.
Do you really need to know that much?
is that weird?
And, in shock and discomfort, I just want to leave everyone.
I don't know why, but I was liked by a certain writer, and I had a lot of trouble in real life. Listen to the roots and leaves, you're already human
I don't feel like I'm being treated as
I don't understand, so I'm asking. I don't even think about it for a second. For the sake of the writer. I wonder if it's an alien or something... Listen, I'm going to incorporate myself into what to do, but I don't know anything about it. Most of the information is someone's genius or someone's unrelated humanity.
I said I'd drink coffee, so I'll have coffee! So what's the point of bombarding you with questions? Nothing!
do you need it that much? I just imitate that, and I don't know if I don't know...
I was treated like that. scared! Creepy! Dont come! I think there are quite a few people who can't say what they want to say.


"The ideal thing is to get involved with someone who already knows it without asking, and who you can share your sensibilities with, but that's not always the case, is it?"
It's not that there are people called geniuses,
There were humans, each with their own circumstances,
It's just that some people were called that as a result.
With that feeling

The people who come to see me, I know
That's why I hate it.
More from the inside, touchable,
I would be happy if someone with such an experience could tell me,
I told you.