After that, I borrowed a crazy amount of books from Alice, and started to rummage though each of them, one by one.I holed up in my room and began working on making dolls.If you think about it again, that was a really stupid motivation for doing such a thing...I was so accustomed to it, it's a wonder I can continue to work without sleeping and still don't feel any fatigue...I have to hole up in this hazy room, doing this in order to brush away my worriesIt's like I was obsessed, like someone was controlling me, like a puppet, and continued to make those dolls.
