Random Leaf #852 precisely cut

Nothing—

Yes, I still do.

Oh! Okay, fine—

yes, at my age,

I still masturbate.

Who’s her?

No—

I mean, which her are we talking about?

No—

yes—

I mean, there’s been

a lot of her, lately.

No—

I mean—

yes, I know.

Not the most loyal,

am I right?

But—

come on?!

Give me a break.

Does she even remember me?

Of course she doesn’t, right—

Right?

She’s the—

to tell you the truth,

she became—

how do you say this...

the perfect model

to wear a wedding gown.

No one else.

But that was once upon a time.

There had been many models after her,

but she stood out among the many.

Perhaps because of our routine talks

of life after midnight.

We’d go on hour after hour.

I’m always the first one to—

yeah, but she’d always listen.

I think?

I hope so.

I bet she doesn’t even know me anymore.

I don’t even know myself anymore.

I fall in love

quite too easily—

after the first, second,

third heartbreak.

No—

I mean...

Oh! I don’t know.

I guess

I got so addicted

to unrequited love

that I—

To be frank,

I really don’t know what happened.

Dying,

waiting for the end to come,

swimming in alcohol—

I guess you could add to it

my gusto for writing.

Nope, haven’t done that before.

But if given the chance,

maybe I will—

I don’t know.

I’m scared of people.

Yes, yes, I know—

I have to get over it,

or else I won’t become renowned.

It’s because of her.

You know which her I’m talking about.