Dear My Beloved Amy,
I've been heaving a sigh pretty much every day. Actually not just everyday, but pretty much every minute.
"My beloved baby" was seized by some sort of a miracle and thus, she is now in a cinerary urn.
あんなにも、元気で毎日『みっちゃん、みっちゃん』と、私の横に来てくれていたのに、何故急に手の届かない所に行ってしまったんだろう。
"Is there a purpose for me to survive in this horrible and cruel place called Earth?" The answer is extremely simple: NO. Therefore, what the hell am I doing here???
Sincerely yours,
Mitsu
03:02 (09)
2022/01/14
