And what if, in order to keep on living, I have to continue to accept myself?

It wasn't so much that I was afraid of the place itself, but I was afraid of the creatures who masqueraded as people.

[..] and there are tons of people I hate so much that I wouldn't mind taking them out. But killing them wouldn't get me anywhere - that's the conclusion I always come to. If I'm going to pay for it in the end, I might as well let them live.

When stones lying warm in the sun were turned over, they exposed the cold, damp earth underneath; and that was where Masako had burrowed deep. There was no trace of warmth in this dark earth, yet for a bug curled up tight in it, it was a peaceful and familiar world.

And what if, in order to keep on living, I have to continue to accept myself?

I'm this superphilosophical kind of person. Stuck in a prison of abstract ideas and overpowering emotions, I have this personality that makes it really hard to survive.

I’m still afraid of being totally honest. I’m more afraid of this than dying.