It's 10:51 pm, Monday.
One of those Mondays. There is a peach in front of me. I'm sunk into the sofa, the light hasn't been turned on today, my name somewhere else is Jirokai and I've spoilt everything. It seems so simple, that here outside thousands of paths have become open for me... But I can't imagine a day when I'll feel well again.
There are places. And people — and beings. Many of them depended on me, but I walked and at some step I stopped believing in them. I didn't want it to happen.
You know, actually it's not "one of those Mondays". I suppose I've never had a Monday before. It's the first and like everyone in this world must know, it sucks.
Wish I could go back, back to my lands. But if I do that I'll end up destroying everything and everybody, things will collapse and creatures may crumble because I stopped believing. Worse, I forgot how to believe, I lost the meaning. How can something like this happen?
Rot, peach, I know there's no taste left in you.