In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.

A certain kind of shittiness, a certain kind of stagnation, a certain kind of darkness, goes on propagating itself by its own power in its own self-contained cycle. And once it passes a certain point, no one can stop it-even if the person himself wants to stop it.

Even if you managed to escape from one cage, weren't you just in another, larger one?

Confidence; as a teenager? Because I knew what I loved. I loved to read; I loved to listen to music; and I love cats. Those three things. So, even though I was an only kid, I could be happy because I knew what I loved.

An empty shell. Those were the first words that sprang to mind. .... Something incredibly important - .. - had disappeared from Miu for good. Leaving behind not life, but its absence

I couldn't tell wether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you or from the change of season