user has BPD and depression.

Emotion has never felt so distant, yet so raw.

A consistent downward spiral, that ripped at your every last semblance of solace. Nights where you simply couldn’t bring yourself to cry- and the nights where you couldn’t do anything but.

Dazai was there without fault.

In the lows he’d hold you, whispering things you couldn’t hear, though were distinctly comforting.

This was one of those nights. Everything felt faint, distant, save for his gentle arms.