If I'm going to merely ramble, maybe I should just snuggle under the warm covers, think of Miu, and play with myself.

If she did experience sex-or something close to it-in high school, I'm sure it would have been less out of sexual desire or love than literary curiosity.

Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.

There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

So I'm not crazy after all! I thought it looked good myself once I cut it all off. Not one guy likes it, though. They all tell me I look like a first grader or a concentration camp survivor. What's this thing that guys have for girls with long hair? Fascists, the whole bunch of them! Why do guys all think girls with long hair are the classiest, the sweetest, the most feminine? I mean, I myself know at least two hundred and fifty unclassy girls with long hair. Really.

Can'ttrustpeople. Won'tdoanygood. They'llkillyoueverytime. They'llkilleachother. They'llkilleveryone.

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.