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god forbid a man kills people

I'm slightly self-conscious and then suddenly irritated and annoyed—it feels similar, but no, not quite like that, somehow even more unbearable. Sort of like opening a box, only to find another box inside, so you open that smaller box and again there's another box inside, and you open it, and one after another there are smaller boxes inside each other, so you keep opening them, seven or eight of them, until finally what's left is a tiny box the size of a small die, so you gently pry it open to find... nothing, it's empty—more like that feeling.
-Schoolgirl (Osamu Dazai)

i didn't realise completing this would be so tough T_T

may this love never finds me. may this love be buried under 6 fucking feet from me

in summers, i become suicidal hoping my end, ends this treacherous vile star in this system too

"Since we had already lost course on how to express love, if someone, instead of telling us not to do this or that, were to instruct us convincingly about what we ought to do, all of us would gladly pay heed. Doesn't anyone have any self-confidence? I doubted that the people who had published their opinions here always felt the same way, in every situation. They scolded us for not having any real hopes or real ambitions, but if we were to pursue our true ideals, would these people watch and guide us along the way?"

you think of doing something, just after taking a step you forget what was the actual work.....so now you gotta retrace the whole thing like doing a time reverse so your thought process also reverts and you finally remember what was that thing you planned to do.