Jeon Jeongguk.
I sat, leaning against the wall, dragging a hand down my face.
I brushed my fingers against my left jaw.
I decided to forget what happened to it.
I don't want to remember.
Nothing to do.
Life was just a game of death.
Everyday, every second, you were dying.
There was no point in life, all life leads up to is death.
Nothing much.
