Gazing at the starry sky, I can't help but ask myself; why can't I find a way to release all this stress and pain through words? I want so badly to be able to be a vocaloid producer, but I mostly find myself trashing songs after 5 measures. Everyone tells me "Oh, Starry Sky! Your drawings are so awesome~!" or "Oh Starry Sky, you're a writing prodigy!" But to be honest, I don't think the truth rings in their voice. First off, some of the people who have told me this haven't read a single word of my own works. And whenever I have the sketchpad, I can see in their eyes that they're lying when they tell me my drawings are good. Secondly, I've nev