today I'm not nipo, but brazilian alone!

>there's people private sharing my pictures

I can only imagine them mocking me

if you see me in person I look like a ghost

friendly reminder:

I'm not gay.

I feel like a cow in a world that wants to milk me dry.

old pic*

Imagine how many otaku wished they could meet people like us. Ueda took her own life, but if she had lived a little longer, she might have met people like you and me, people who resonate with her.

We are not related by blood, yet we are what those people once dreamed of finding. In a way, we are traces of their existence that have survived into the present.