Smoke weed every day mate *walks away* 

*Giving UTAU a pep talk* There's nothing wrong with being a UTAU, you're just as great as the rest of us.  Not worse, nor better. 

*Gumi is reading poetry, put sincerity into this* The Thing Is to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you've held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the slit of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, how can a body withstand this? Then you hold like life a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again” (― Bonnie Shimko, You Know What You Have to Do)