I still hear voices. Not often, but when I feel my weak parts showing. And they call at me to get rid of myself.
The problem isn’t me wanting to kill myself, because I don’t. I already know that it’s an idiotic idea, and there are far too many things attached to my limbs that keep me from falling into the pit. The problem is that they keep asking. That I hang overhead. It’s just really tiresome at this point.
Masterpost of my English translations of the novel written by Akatsuki Kana and illustrated by Takase Akiko. If you can, please support the creators by buying the official releases here. General Index is here. Chronological Indexhere.
