In the end, the results are the same. <br>I walk home alone. <br>I feel like I'm the only one who has the order of operations wrong. Though that cannot be true. <br>But it's fine. <br>I'm going a different way than everyone else anyway. Even if they talk about the idols they like, I can't join in. <br>Not at all. <hr> Walking while counting the triangular number sequence in my head. <br>The triangle grows bigger and bigger inside my mind. <br>It keeps piling up inside me. <br>The rule that I mustn't tell the truth. <hr> I spend my break time meaningfully by reading books. <br>When I read math books, I truly feel happy. <br>My heart becomes purified by its beautiful equations. <br>But some say it's strange to laugh while reading math books, or that I'm just showing off. <br>Just so you know, that's an insult, okay? <hr> Why is it okay for everyone else to say things? <br>But it’s a problem when I do? <br>After not knowing the reason all this time, <br>I don't care to understand anymore. <br>Just like a prime number with no divisors other than 1 and itself. <br>I only have myself.