I... don't have a mother... So I don't know about cute things...

I'm gloomy... I have evil eyes... In middle school, everyone was kind of scared of me...

I didn't have many friends...

I really wanted friends but I couldn't make any

I wanted to have an image change in high school... I would wear contacts and a ribbon...

But what I aspired to be... It wouldn't suit me, would it...

Youth like this

When I would come to school now, I felt like everyone was laughing at me...

It doesn't suit her~

I shrank away... And looked suspicious...

...I'm certain... I don't have... any friends...

That has nothing to do with how you look!

The problem is you're too self conscious! And you talk on and on about yourself.

I didn't even ask.

Uwah... Uwah...

I didn't think she'd throw up; did you!?