The kind hands that have brought me in, washed my dirty old fur and brought warmth to my old bones, united the parts of me with love. I didn't know I could experience them feeding and caring for me without a second thought for it all reminded me that home and familiarity are not all scary. Like with this perverted room of mine, they underestimate me seeing only the ugliness that is here but is it real? Those who are actually bad just judge without knowing it.

To feel that they were the holiest people in the world was disgusting. So be a misguided if that's you, don't use a fake mask to get a chance to shine in this fake world. In fact you are like a goat looking for meat to eat when it is clearly a herbivore. I really can't believe I'm not a saint but at least I don't use a fake personality to get attention.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ