Two days ago a girl was run over by a train from my little lost village, I don't know why but my curiosity is dying to finally know what it looks like even in small pieces, I'm dying for it, it's wrong to think like that, don't do like me, especially since she was an acquaintance from college so it's worse
But since my mother and my grandmother want me to attend her funeral like but having thought about all this and my weird thoughts I prefer to avoid going there and saying stupid things, it would be my kind of thing to say that
And my father doesn't want me to go out, for him I'm so clumsy and stupid that if it wasn't she would have been soft in his place
(After that, I don't mind not going out, I'm a homebody)









