You are moody. It’s always ‘Shut up, Kenji.’ ‘Go to sleep, Kenji.’ ‘No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.’ When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked—

Hope can make people do terrible things.

Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.

Friendship is not a thing I have ever experienced. Not as a child, and not as I am now.

Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can remember them.

You are moody. It’s always ‘Shut up, Kenji.’ ‘Go to sleep, Kenji.’ ‘No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.’ When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked—

Hope in this world bleeds out of the barrel of a gun.