a cat, daily life

Drop the message.

It was brunch that I started with the thought of breathing and breathing in my days when I was run over by life. It was enough to write and complain.

It’s still a small number of subscribers, but it was smaller when I wrote it. Some of them were my acquaintances, and I really couldn’t bear the word attention. The article, which I didn’t expect to read much, was suddenly in the spotlight, and I was scared of the number of visitors coming in.

And what I was worried about just in case. I thought about it by looking at the limited number of lights compared to the number of views. Seeing the writing of other popular writers with around 100 lights pressed, I guessed that half or more people felt uncomfortable with this article, which was only 30 times. I’m sorry.

You wrote something that you couldn’t handle.

Where I came in to avoid the arguments that have been going on in my life, I called myself angry. I blame myself for speaking out again.

I hope that this article will not harm many people who have kept quiet. I hope that many animals that have already been photographed as loathsome animals, still roaming the streets, will not be more repugnant.

I don’t want to fight or want to make public makeup for no reason.

With my apologies, I promise to live up to my duties and responsibilities. Thank you again for your support and e-mail.