I feel like antidepressants would shatter Dazai. Not bc they don't work but because they DO.
Like sure it doesn't magically fix his void of a self esteem or his feeling of inhumanity, but suddenly existing isn't this unbearably exhausting thing anymore.
And he realizes that +
why is replying to ao3 comments so embarrassing??
like thank you sm for your kind words, unfortunately I dont know how to respond to compliments so please read my generic thank you as the love letter I intend
with each other's from the afterlife (bc most of the authors are dead, its silly and fun to think theyre still alive through their works and just spending time in the afterlife/alt univ conversing classic philosophies and writing great plots in bsd with their literary skills)
this one gives me the vibe where his friends pulled a prank on him, (actually klled him) and that was his response. i feel like everyone in bsd is friends/acquainted with each other with grudges.theyre authors of the world and bsd is their cute little world where they get to play
many people talk about how bsd has no actual plot but in my opinion i think thats the entire point of the story.
all characters have different dreams, and there are no collective goals to achieve. many characters wander and they dont necessary fight for anything they want.