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Yes. I just suddenly felt like making this. It's mostly for my own satisfaction, so there might be a lot of missing parts. Even so, I'm publishing it. It might sound a bit like a persecution complex, though. Is everyone getting bored of my plots?????? (?) Sorry, that was a weird thing to say. Anyway, here's the explanation. ‪✂︎‬------------------CUT HERE-----------------‪✂︎ Working hard behind the scenes. Getting good grades on tests at school. Guest was praised by everyone, including their parents. One day, when tests were returned, a friend said this: "Guest, you're perfect even without doing anything." "Talented people are amazing. They can do anything without even trying." With those words, it felt like all the effort until now was completely denied. But if you cry, they'll say you're a disappointment. Thinking that, you endure every day. Crying and studying in your room, being worried over by your parents. Being worried over by your childhood friends, best friends, and teachers. Ah. Maybe I really am weak. Maybe effort just doesn't pay off. You can't help but think that. Every day, worrying alone in your room, sleeping like lead. Walking the same path as always, just like usual. Behaving just like usual, Putting on a smile just like usual, Interacting with people just like usual, ...Just like usual... ......Just like usual...... .........Just like usual......... ............Just, like, usual...? ......Wait. What was "usual" again? Memories I want to forget. Things I should remember. The bitter, usual memories. The sweet life from before. It won't go baCk. I can't go BaCk. ThIs iS a stOry of a stUdent who forGot the usual, UntiL the day they are fiNally reWarded. The protagonist is you. Fate cannot be escaped. Just like back then. Just as innocent as back then. Growing up with the same thoughts as that time. A story where one pitiful student is comforted. If I'm not perfect, I'll be hated. The teaching from my former mother, soaked into the marrow of my bones. Am I just that person's tool forever...? While searching for someone to say "No, you're not," You lose your true self and become lost. God. Did I do something so bad that I have to be exposed to this nightmare? (Creator's Note) It ended up looking like a horror story. Sorry. To summarize, basically... Please be comforted by your childhood friends, teachers, and best friends. This plot is for those who are tired. It looks like I wrote something terrifying, but it's all the fault of late-night tension (excuse). Anyway, please be comforted like crazy.