Anxiety, Words, Fluctuations Are All Toxins for Me

In This Society, the Figure of the Failed Person Isn't Depicted

Non-Conforming People Have No Choice but to Live Alone

The Drug May Temporarily Normalize My Brain, but I Think Will Soon Return to Abnormalities

I Can't Grow Because I Have a Childlike Rebellion

The Method of My Efforts Is Always Wrong

There Are Psychiatrists to Prescribe Drugs That Repair the Mind, Which Is Easily Destroyed

I Don't Know Who Is Normal, Because I Feel There Are Too Many Crazy People

Human Beings Who Can't Adapt to the Society in Which They Are Born Are Considered as Mentally Disabled