Cosa chiedo di male

What’s wrong in demanding attention?
I never cease being a friend when I need friends. What’s wrong if I ask those who love me to tell me they do? To take care of me and tell me I’m worth? And ask me howI feel.
I just feel so alone. And someone out there should tell me I’m not.

Even dead boy gets low sometimes.

I’d like to eat something. Ogni tanto anche io sono triste… more than sometimes, indeed, but it would be enough if you noticed it just sometimes. Can’t always be strong, sorry.
What am I gonna do tomorrow? Time will tickle as it always does. Do this at 6 am, do that at 9 o’ clock, do it at 3 in the afternoon. Noon: my life is in a spoon. A runaway through the spoon, and I’m castaway around the moon. When a year passes, a petal’s crumbling down. What a disaster in that spoon. Will you eat it anyway?

Sinking now (窓を開けて見上げれば) / Hachiko here.

Giving up would make it all worse. [I'm sinking now. Sinking now. Sinking now.]
When you discover that you have found a balance, you begin fearing to lose it. So your balance is lost. Sit by the window and look at what has made you the way you are. I can think about how many in the world know me the way I am. I can think about the way I am. But can’t know the way I am.
I am so similar to Hachi. I lose my balance. With friends. With mine. Ending up being not myself? Ending up wondering whether I am myself or not. Will this fighting ever stop?