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[flyingspicerack]

Translated by my roommate @willbyerspsychosis for us!! Thank you Asa <3

Choromatsu: What are you saying, Totty? Todomatsu: What on earth, that's no good, it's sloppy and shitty

Karamatsu: Diamond's are a girl's best friend... BWOHH(As he is getting punched)

Osomatsu: Yeah! I'm JK's Osomatsu!

Unknown: I-Ichimatsu!!!

Unknown: You're beating him with a whip?! Unknown: Oh, but it's lovely, Totoko-chan's essence, she looks so beautiful... Unknown: You look satisfied and content and you're giving a thumbs up!?!

Jyushimatsu: Sup?

Todomatsu: Wait a second, you guys aren't acting all serious about this!? Oso and Choro: T...Totty... Todomatsu: I enjoy campus life, JD Women's University <3 I can do everything perfectly, no mistakes <3 Oso and Choro: With that kind of feminine power, how have you not lost your virginity yet?

uh.... whatever i just found on mercari has ichimatsu in a high side ponytail and im NOT FUCKING NORMAL ABT IT

[blooming-inthedark]

I finally heard from my friend.

He called me yesterday on duo, like usually. I asked him how he was doing, how he was feeling, etc. Turns out that he had been in the hospital since Sunday night and finally went home either Thursday or Friday. He apologized to me for putting me in such a compromising situation and told me that he realized that that was not fair to me. After this there was a short silence and then he proceeded to go on and have a normal conversation, telling me about his day. he did most of the talking as I found it hard to say anything other than yeah, okay, or oh.

Something happened with his charger and he told me he will call me back. Even though he apologized all I could think about was that day. I left the house to go to the mall and I sent him a text message saying that it was hard for me to have a regular conversation with him because I hadn't unpacked what happened on Sunday and I had been carrying it with me this whole time. I told him that I would appreciate it if we could talk about it. That night he called me back and I asked him to walk me through that day.

According to him, he really did take three bottles of pills. he didn't plan on telling me that, he just wanted to talk to me one last time. When he finally told me what he did, he had said that there was nothing I could do anyway because I was so far away. I told him this is the exact reason why I ran in my roommate's room and called the police. After he walked me through the entire day I asked him why he didn't tell the truth when the cops came. It seemed weird that he had just been slurring and complaining of a stomach ache, and as soon as they knocked on his door, he was able to straighten up and convey the idea that he was perfectly fine. I was most confused about this part because in my head, three bottles of pills would have physically affected you by this point, in a way that you wouldn't have been able to just play off like that. his explanation was that the doctors were also in awe of how he was not basically fucked up beyond recognition after this. They did not have to pump his stomach, but they did monitor his heart rate and blood and whatever else for those few days. "I just have a Divine body, that's the only way I can explain it," He said. He went on to say that he knew how to act the way he needed to act in front of the officer because he had done this type of thing before. After he answered whatever questions I had, for some reason I still wasn't satisfied with what he told me. I still can't figure out if it's because I don't believe him, or if I just feel that it's unfair for him to not want to live.

I got off the phone, because I couldn't find words to say. I told him that I was angry with him that day, but after we recapped the day on the phone, I realized that I am still angry. I didn't want to sound selfish or insensitive to his feelings or his mental illness, so I chose not to share my raw thoughts. They are purely driven by emotions at this point and I think I should wait before I express myself. He said that he understood, and to just call him back when I feel ready to talk.

And because of the pansy I am, I began crying again. My roommate, the one who was there when it happened, knocked on my door to find me crying. When he asked what was wrong I told him that I talked to my friend and that I still feel very mad at him. At this point my other roommate had come in and they were both consoling and listening to me.

What I had a hard time with the most, I think, was that he's done this so many times before. And this last time should have been the time that it worked. At least in my mind it should have because it was 3 full bottles of pills. The fact that he didn't die, the fact that he has this Divine body that he speaks of so highly, the fact that he survived this, to me, can only point to one explanation - and that is God. To me this means that you are not meant to die right now, you are meant to live. And you don't appreciate the fact that God has spared you once again. It won't translate to him as this because he is not a follower of Christianity like me. So I didn't feel comfortable expressing this to him.

My roommates reassured me that if somebody really wanted to kill themselves they would do it. They also hinted at the fact that they still don't believe that it was three full bottles of pills because something would have happened and it did not. This made me feel foolish because if they are right, it means that my friend was still exaggerating and wasn't being honest with me about that. I feel a bit naive for believing him. But I don't get the feeling that he's a liar. However with bipolar depression and psychosis, maybe sometimes you'll say things that aren't completely true completely.

I don't think I will call him back for a while because I still don't know what to say.