A life where there's not even one thing that would be nice to remember, from before this. Yes, from now on my life is taking a sharp downturn. Well, it's not like it was on a high level to begin with. A life where you fall down to the next fall, a life where you never return to where you were before. But even from that very bottom, I guess the sky is blue. The point of highest achievement in your life, that you will come to understand just because you are falling. Back then, even I had friends. The middle school days, when I think I had both hopes and dreams. I was talking to my friends until morning, all seriously, about the ideal size for breasts... And the conclusions we finally reached were the size where "they settle into your palm", or "if they're too big, they sag easily", or "if they're small, you should massage them to make them bigger" and so on, saying stuff overflowing with dreams, even though we had never even touched any breasts... I am like this now, but back then, I was seeing the future. You might say it was like my pockets were spilling over with hopes and dreams. Now, I have no dreams, no hopes, no passion. "I couldn't care less about breasts!" - that is not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is that there is still some hope remaining. Thank you, breasts.