My mother passed away.

I cannot even remember when it was. As time passes, scenes I wish to forget linger in my mind. Whenever I remember things I do not wish to recall, I find myself unable to do anything. I simply stop thinking and wait for instructions from others. It is already over, yet I do not wish to acknowledge it once more by thinking of it again. Previously, I wished to be human, but living as a human meant the agony of thinking and agonizing.

Nevertheless, time passes. No matter how much I suffer, the sun rises tomorrow. Therefore, I let go of everything and spend my day.

When I try to go to bed after finishing a similar day, the deferred idle thoughts tear through my mind. Things I could not obtain, things I could not let go of, tighten around me like chains.

...It has been several days since I last slept. No, it might have been months.