I wish I could speak to Ran about the meaning of life. Why I'm even here. Why i suffer. She strikes me as the perfect person to ask. She's so smart and wise and long lived. I feel like she knows exactly how to handle a depressed fuck like me. We could sit barefoot under a cherry blossom tree and just talk. Maybe I could cuddle her or rest my head in between her massive breasts as she analyzes me completely. No stone unturned. Only she can save me and she isn't even real...