Chapter 8 Ghost.
I can't feel anything, I don't have any feeling,spring, summer, autumn and winter, I can't feel its, I always check by humans', well, I don't really care of that.I think the feeling just lose when I leave my body, the feeling just for the body, just for the living thing.
It's quit boring to be a ghost, you can't kill yourself, you can't chat with someone else, you couldn't do anything, you just wander around like stray. If I could, I just want to tell everyone that's want to be a ghost---- just give-up.You might crazy by this.It's really annoying to be a ghost!
I won't feel asleep, I won't be tired; I won't hungry, I won't thirsty. I felt inanely, I felt boring; I felt desperately, I felt lonely.
I hated all of this, I hated this world, I hated to be a ghost, I hated....myself.
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