: You tell me to love myself? Who am I to love myself?
: You are you. And no one but you can do that for you.
: I'd rather put other people first than myself. It's always been that way.
: Yes, that's noble; that's honorable. But you have to take care of yourself too. That's what loving yourself means.
: I respect others.
: And you have to respect yourself too.
: Yes, haha I have too much respect for my own pleasure. I've had more than enough of it to the point I've had enough.
: And look at me... everything, everything is falling apart! It's like grasping the wind in my hand. It's like chasing after the wind, the wind that I couldn't chase.
: It's like building up a lego tower only to see it ... *sigh* It's no use. What is life? Why does it have to be this hard? Why, God, ..., I could have asked... but I wouldn't dare to complain. Ha! I feel like I already did.
: *Looking at you in the eye* Why do I have such a weak will? ... *sparkly droplets forming*