The Flowers of Buffoonery

by Osamu Dazai

All my friends have left me. They look back at me with eyes of pity. Come back, friends. Let’s talk together, laugh together. But no, you turn away as if we’ve never met. Speak up, friends. Ask away. I’ll tell you anything. It was me

This world can be a boring place. Who can blame them for wanting something exciting to happen?