It's not my fault. It was never about me that he came home.

I'm not sure... maybe he's back with her? My tears had dried up the day before. But the heaviness only grows more contradictory. I felt burdened, and all I could do was lift what was placed on me. It only appears to be increasing that much.

I was preoccupied with something else — no! I don't do much, and all I do is sleep and eat while taking care of everything.

The setting sun had reached me, and I was still in my room, having just awoken from a deep sleep. I'm not going anywhere. I only...