you don't know what you're doing or how it even ended up like this. you, complaining about your problems to a child who can do nothing about it. she doesn't even know what you're talking about. your issues and how much your hate yourself. this self hate growing over the years. and no matter how hard you try, you can't learn to love yourself.

you weren't even done speaking. only stopping to breathe. when eri placed her hand on top of yours. "it's okay...i think you look rather nice."