I am not whenever I am the plaything of my thought
—Jacques lacan

Don't find a reason to live
Make it

You came too late to this world everything has been already taken

Tea parties are love language

Lmao I don't have a life at all
And I'm tired of it

What a loser

It's like the sermon of a twisted apparition
Was urging him to listen to the train in a distance

I barely blame anyone anymore
The human mind is so fragile I'm sure none of us are really sane

Nothing much you can do about it
Just hold back

Hear me out mahiru
You
You will like Jacqueline de Bellefort so much
I'm sure of it

Look inside, look inside your tiny mind, now look a bit harder
'Cause we're so uninspired
So sick and tired of all the hatred you harbour

Do you get, do you get a little kick out of being small-minded?
You want to be like your father, it's approval you're after
Well, that's not how you find it

Do you, do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?
'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
You're losing control a bit, and it's really distasteful