Pokémon: Stranger Things

I originally wanted to put it in the author's words, but I really don't want to write now, so I just say it here.

Anyway, only those who are willing to read on will notice this meaningless content, so I will speak freely without honorifics.

As I said before, my idea is to be noticed by more people, not to make money through writing.This statement may seem hypocritical and arrogant, but I really think so.

So what is the result, no matter what I think, or what I don't want, they are completely, completely unfulfilled.

I am very envious of those works that will attract people's attention, and this emotion has reached the level of jealousy.But there is no need to tell anyone, because speaking out does not mean that there will be changes.When the sun comes up it's a new day, yet for some people yesterday, today and tomorrow will never be the same.

Where is the problem?Is my writing not good enough?Is the rhetoric used problematic?Or is the plot design not clear enough?Many things, I am... I have put my heart into it.

It didn't work.When I am typing, I will look through the data to confirm whether there is any mistake in my memory, in order to ensure that there will be no low-level mistakes.But the final result is not as easy as not thinking about anything.

In this plot, according to the character of this character, what should he/she do, how the plot should progress... It doesn't make any sense at all.It can't even compare to the unnutritious content that other people write casually.

I know it may be shameless to say this, and people will take it as a joke, but I actually think... the writing style of many popular works is just a mess.Do I sound self-indulgent when I say this?

It’s like this, you think other people’s writing is not good, but there are people who are willing to read it.Instead, you are acting like a clown yourself, how pitiful.

I'm always thinking about these meaningless problems, being affected by these things that I can solve by myself.I was sad and angry because of people I didn’t know, people I hated, and finally I poured out all my accumulated dissatisfaction and depression to those who cared about me.

I am such a pure waste.Sora's ability to feel is very fragile, and he can hardly bear any pressure... no wonder.Because I have always been in a high-pressure environment, my wishes and wishes have never been fulfilled, and no one will care.In the end, I'm the only one here complaining about myself and killing myself.

Whether in reality or online, many people say that I am gentle and considerate.However, I also hope that someone can treat me like this.

To be honest, I didn't expect anything good to happen.Because I don't think that luck will favor me for a long time.If I was still like my childhood, hoping that things will not get worse and that everything will be fine, then I would have died of purple sand because of the pressure.

I still want to be noticed, and that desire probably comes from my family, because I was never noticed by my family...at least my parents.I'd love for them to look at me more, but neither my thoughts nor my efforts are going to be of any use.

Wanting to be noticed, I thought maybe I could put on a disguise and be a caretaker.But people like me can only be the bottom edge.

Just take it as if I said some meaningless nonsense, and everyone will listen to it and listen to it.