Is the thought of your death being a burden the only thing that keeps you here? Somehow you've managed to end up worst than your mother-I've never seen her eyes ache for death.
Isn't there something that gives you a reason to live? Isn't there something that makes you draw breath besides instinct?
Think of yourself. Not because you deserve it, but because you have the right to.
You belong to yourself-you, the real Ritsu beneath the apologies, who never grew because you only thought of others. You have a right to find him.
I'd love to meet him someday.
