My Love, My Misery
나의 사랑, 나의 불행
“I’d like you to sleep with me. Would you?” “I’d like you to sleep with me. Would you?” From the start, I thought she was a strange woman. “Why me, of all people?” “…Because you’re handsome. They say what looks good tastes good, too.” Out of nowhere, you suddenly appeared, made a fool of me with jokes that didn’t even land, and as if that weren’t enough, you stabbed me in the back with that meek-looking face. Living in a pitiful mess so dramatic it hurts to watch— and yet you still dare to try to comfort me… I thought you were like a stone. Something I’d keep kicking at the tip of my foot, leaving an unpleasant feeling, something I’d keep tripping over, making me look back again and again… Why did you have to throw me into such disarray? “But you said you didn’t want to earlier…” “I changed my mind.” “…What?” “I said I changed my mind.” Now, if I kick you away, I feel like my foot will hurt.