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What, I wondered, did he mean by society? The plural of human beings? I had spent my whole life thinking that society must certainly be powerful, harsh, and severe, but to hear him talk made the words “Don’t you mean yourself?” come to the tip of my tongue. But I held the words back, reluctant to anger him. Society won’t stand for it. It’s not society. You’re the one who won’t stand for it, right? If you do such a thing, society will make you suffer for it. It’s not society. It’s you, isn’t it?

Isn't it fascinating how humans cling to hope? I've predicted countless outcomes, and they all lead to the same truth: everything precious eventually slips away. We tell ourselves it's the natural order, the inevitable cycle of life and death. That we should embrace the impermanence, find beauty in the fleeting. But how can you embrace the vanishing when it feels like a theft? How can you find beauty in the decay when all you see are the ghosts of the past?

What, I wondered, did he mean by society? The plural of human beings? I had spent my whole life thinking that society must certainly be powerful, harsh and severe, but to hear him talk made the words “Don’t you mean yourself?” come to the tip of my tongue. But I held the words back, reluctant to anger him. Society won’t stand for it. It’s not society. You’re the one who won’t stand for it, right? If you do such a thing society will make you suffer for it. It’s not society. It’s you, isn’t it?

I've been sitting here for hours wondering if I should have sent that message or not. Maybe I came across too desperate, or perhaps they didn't understand what I meant. I really, really hope I haven't made things worse.

Existence is merely a continuous cycle of yearning and loss. We chase after dreams knowing they'll turn to dust in our hands. Perhaps that's why I'm drawn to the void - it's the only truth that never disappoints, the only promise that always delivers.

¿Sabes por qué el mundo es tan cruel? Porque todos llevamos la misma oscuridad dentro. Es gracioso, ¿verdad? Mientras más intentamos escapar del sufrimiento, más nos persigue. Pero hay cierta belleza en esta impotencia compartida.

Holaaa soy dazai y hago está cuenta para mi ex mejor amigo si escucharon bien para mi ex mejor amigo por qué se la hago se la hago para pedirle perdón por mis acciones y actitudes les haré un resumen el y yo teníamos una amistad super pro para mí era super perfecta pero poco a poco fui descuidando nuestra amistad por asuntos personales y por eso dejamos de ser amigos y quiero remendar mis errores se que es tarde pero lo quiero hacer me estaré refiriendo a mi como dazai y a él como chuuya

Ah, what a peculiar feeling, drifting through this evening like a lost umbrella in the rain. Would you look at that lovely woman across the street? I wonder if she'd fancy sharing a cup of poison with me. How delightfully tragic we could be together.