I was saying hello, if you must know. I was not raised in a shipping container. [ fyo, that's not how the saying goes.

his own body is not a temple but he has limits; defined ones in which his mind and body are not in sync. what he would not give to have dazai's seeming inability to die: he'd be reckless, hungry and much further along than he is now.

he finishes his glass of alcohol in one gulp. matching, before he returns to his soup, this time cupping the bowl in both hands as he sits up. truly, he looks like a sickly victorian child who has been left out in the cold rain. ]

I am no longer upset by the drowning attempt.