A Godzilla In Konoha

Lost my soul, I’ll be late today

Maybe it’s because of the 13 or 4 consecutive days in the first two days, plus the fact that there are more things at hand, and the state and mood are terrible.

Obviously, the outlines of the last few chapters have been prepared in great detail. There is no circumstance of writing or not knowing what to write, but when I write, I am stiff and numb. I have written and deleted, and I have no sense of commitment at all. These words are like There is no soul like… Go out for a stroll, let your mind go, come back and do it again.