Hello, and welcome!

My name is Taro, Taro Kuroyoshi, that is. Well, it's not my real last name–I'm adopted. That is, in a way I am—I was found in a box on the street corner on a rainy day. So the story goes.

My whole life's like that. Way too many questions. What if I knew who my real parents were? What if I was actually smart and got A's? What if I had an actual friend, and not so acquaintances?

Current circumstances dictate that I am "adopted" and do not know my real parents, have B and C grades, and have many acquaintances and people who will talk with me, but no actual friends.

I wish many thousands of times a day that life's problems and questions were answered. For example, when I get up, when I eat, when walking to school, … there are not enough hours in a day for me to wish. I wish these questions were answered! Until then, my life is as a black storm, and I cannot see ahead.So saida fellow intellectual student as she corrected a very blunt poem of mine in Writing, while trying to improve it and make it more like a poem. I am such an average student…

And until then, the questions keep coming, too. What if I biked to school instead? What if I could sing? What if the school lunches were good? What if life meant something for me?

What if the girl I like liked me back?