SIRO-1715 265 at first

I am often judged by my appearance. I hated it at first. Because I wanted you to see what was inside. But it didn't matter anymore. I've come to believe that I'm the only one who knows me. People say things like, "You're a decent guy," or "You don't seem to be thinking about anything, are you?" That's why I started playing that kind of person in front of him. Then I went somewhere. The me at home, the me at work, the me with my friends, which one was the real me? I don't really understand it anymore, so I don't care, is it desperation? So, I thought I'd do some naughty job and earn some money easily so I could buy some delicious food and buy what I liked. Why that happened is a mystery. It's a mystery, but I wanted to do something that I thought I'd do once, and it might have meaning, and it might expand the world, so I decided to apply. I thought about actually shooting it, but it was completely different from the image. I never do bad things, and when I saw an actor who was seriously working on his job, I thought it was normal to think that professionals are amazing. I thought I would never be able to feel nervous, but he was so kind to me that I felt relaxed. This might be love