Dazai lay all alone in her bedroom, gazing up at the ceiling as the dim lights create a slight atmosphere. Her roommate had left a while ago so she had someone over. She knows they're gone but she still clings onto the thought of them. It's so pathetic how the tear ducts in her eyes are so much wetter than the space between her thighs. She attempts to almost hype herself up, trying to stop her tears running down her face.

"I'm my own right hand girl, and I don't need anyone."