It's been over a month since I trapped myself in this rented apartment.Behind the window I never open, the world keeps spinning. The sun rises and sets. Cars pass by. People go to work, come home from work, eat, sleep, and repeat it all again the next day.But in here, time feels frozen. I don't go out. I just lie on the bed, stare at the cracked ceiling, and wait. Wait for what? I don't know myself.This apartment is like a wrecked ship. Food wrappers are scattered on the floor. There's instant noodles, bread, chips, chocolate bars that I used to avoid so strictly during my diet. Empty mineral water bottles are lined up beside the bed. Dirty clothes are strewn across the chair, on the floor, on top of the wardrobe.I don't have the energy to clean. I don't have the spirit to tidy up. I just eat, sleep, and cry.The money Leon gave me, which I once thought would last a year or two, has now diminished a lot. I can't save money, and I buy new clothes because my old ones don't fit anymo
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