When I think about death I think about how easy it is to breathe but that one day I will try my hardest with everything I've got to do it but I will not be able and the last thing I feel is the desperate strain on myself for one more breath that I will not get.

I think of all the sunsets I've seen and how one of them will be my last but the world will keep on spinning and there will be thousands of sunsets I will never see.

But enough of that depressing shit. Here's adorable Ayame.