My Gaze Points Toward The Stagnant Inner World, Not The Beautiful Surrounding World

My Spirit Is Polluted By Relentless Commitment

I'm A Mutant For Normal Humans

Everything Is Controlled By Strange Rules And Cannot Be Violated

My Sexual Desire Comes From The Cellular Level

Excessive Response To My Brain Stimulation Isn't Understood By Others

Develops More Slowly Than Other Humans

I Go To Death, Believing That The Pessimistic Everyday Will End

My Spirit Is Strong Against Self-Harm And Weak Against Others