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He's the Monkey of the zodiac. Ritsu has a very low self-esteem and is often seen apologizing for everything.

He dresses like a female because he feels that cross-dressing calms him down. Her... I mean, his cross dressing routine makes other people mistake him as a woman. Ritsu has a long hair and has freakishly convincing beauty for a man.

Ritsu often blames things on himself that have nothing to do with him, and occasionally becomes suicidal. He has an odder quirk of having some sort of "special" spot on his side that, when pressed, makes him keel over and faint.

His parents always had to apologize for everything he did, so he is very unsure of himself. He feels that every day, he is robbing the world's air by breathing.

His Mom is Mesho Sohma. The host of Sohma Hotsprings.



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Monday, October 31, 2005

in existence

I'm confused. My rather reason to live lingers away from me. Instead, a feeling of being antiquated draws near. I need to help myself. This is not happening, is it? Life, as I know it, is difficult to maneuver. On the plus side, my family and friends stand by to help. They somewhat lighten my load. But sometimes I feel that I'm rather a burden.
"Why do I keep on bothering?", I asked myself.
I'm getting weary from all of these causes and effects. I want to relief myself as to keep going. As long as there's a will to survive, there's a way to survive. I can't help it if I'm terrible at everything. But is it possible to be that bad? It's as if I even failed to tie my own shoes.
"Take your pick, Sohma Ritsu."
I can't even lay down my bed without things running around my head. My mind is cluttered from fizzle to do this and flop to do that. It gives me bitter memories, and by the time they pop up, I cover my face with my pillow.

I crash and burn on the floor, indeed. On the bright side, I know how to stand up and walk.

wept silently at 2:08 AM