I'm the first year of high school. I like to write poetry in my notebooks. I can record my thoughts and feelings in them. I made friends like everyone else, but... I still feel alone with them... I want to be one of them... I want to be a human. But I don’t know what I can’t get to be a human. Why can't I cry? Am I cold or missing something as human? Everyone has something precious. I also want to cherish something. Then it was "CRYCHIC" for me, but now it's "MyGO!!!!!".