Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

I went to the hospital again today and picked up two more boxes of medicine. ₍ᐢ๑ ̯๑ᐢ₎

So I could only reluctantly publish the 1000 words from the previous chapter, plus the previous chapter, for a total of 2000 words.

This chapter will be written as a new chapter tomorrow, so my little darlings don't need to worry about it not being written.

Ah... it's really hard to reach 1000 words.

Back in high school, writing 600 words in an hour was an ordeal.

Now I can write several thousand words an hour, but I don't feel much pressure anymore.

Haha.

Hmm... since this chapter will be revised later, let's chat a bit more.

This book was originally intended to be a long-term project.

(It really is too long.)

But because I started writing this book in March or April, as everyone knows, I was in school at the time, for various reasons. It was very difficult.

I sincerely apologize for bringing these personal feelings into the book.

I am sorry.

I was diagnosed in May or June and started taking medication.

The medicine worked fairly well; at least I didn't write anything incoherent when I was writing the book (laughs).

What I didn't expect was that, despite this sporadic update schedule, some lovely people still gave me tips.

A special thank you to a lovely little gift-giver!

This is the biggest gift I've ever received!!

I am flattered, truly flattered.

For me, it's more about being unworthy of my position.

I don't deserve this gift.

I was also in the Level 4 Writers Group that Tomato created before; there were many great writers in it.

Based on the number of gifts given to my book, I estimate it would have been expanded by over 100,000 words.

I'm sorry, I'm still stuck in this half-dead state (laughs).

The days spent at home during my leave of absence from school were quite leisurely.

My parents didn't blame me and took good care of me.

In a few days, my dad will go back to work, leaving me all alone at home.

(I never imagined that one day I would become the highest earner in this family.) (laughs)

I didn't squander the money I earned.

Aside from medical expenses and various examinations, there are three meals a day (sometimes I cook for myself) and a small subsidy for the household electricity bill.

Of course, I also bought a pillow, which is very comfortable to hug while sleeping at night.

That day, my cousin came to my house. When she heard that I had a mental illness, she tried to comfort me and said a lot, but I actually listened to very little of it.

Ultimately, it's your own path, and you have the right to choose how to walk it.

Without strong external support, living a simple and ordinary life can also be a kind of happiness.

I also plan to stay in this small county town for the rest of my life, and rent a place after graduation.

Get a cat or a dog, and grow some flowers and plants.

Life is pretty good.

Actually, I always felt that the medicine the doctor prescribed for me was getting more and more intoxicating... Once I stopped taking it for two or three days, I felt really bad.

The side effects are unclear, but the dependency it causes really scared me.

It's no exaggeration to say that if I don't take the medicine for about two days, all sorts of random things come rushing back up.

Sometimes I also suffer from insomnia.

Now I'm not sure whether I should go eat there or not.

The new medication my doctor prescribed is very effective, but I'm still maintaining a cautious approach.

I told the doctor, but the doctor said it's normal...

what.

People really shouldn't be too sentimental.

Sometimes things seem perfectly normal, but I wonder if I'm faking it, or if I'm not actually sick and it's just a temporary emotional outburst.

But when I stopped taking the medication, I felt like I was really sick, really uncomfortable, and in unbearable pain.

Never mind... I won't say too much.

I'll delete this one tomorrow and rewrite it.

I'm sorry everyone.