I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.

I have nothing worth boasting about. No learning to speak of. No talent. My body’s a mess, my heart impoverished. Only the fact that I’ve known suffering…that’s all I have, the only straw of pride I can cling to. But it’s one I’ll never let go of. A lot of people have written me off as a spoiled, selfish child, but how many really know how I’ve suffered inside?

These were the tears which flowed without asking a reason, distilled from the bitter pain of a heart already growing cold.

…I came to feel that everything was my fault. Far from becoming enraged, I could not utter a word of complaint.

The writer is often taken for a story-teller even when he tells the facts.

As long as you have the desire to be somebody, you will not fall into decadence. And you don’t have that kind of goal. You are passionate about wanting to see what it is like to fail.

They say that people who like summer flowers die in the summer. I wonder if it’s true…I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.

I’ll completely abandon my heart, my soul - everything! - And seek nothing but beauty within that state of oblivion. This sadness is a a part of this life, And while there is nothing in my heart to move me, I still want my heart to rise above others - This is the sad preoccupation that pervades my life.

Which is more frustrating - to have rumors spread about you when there is absolutely no foundation for them, or when maybe there is some reason for them?

we so won in this QNA harukawa and asagiri did