*more spoilers*

Y'know, I'm listening to that song right now.
Your Reality, I mean.

Monika's song, and pretty much the theme song of DDLC.

It plays when the credits roll.

The more I think about the lyrics, the more I relate...

Every day, I imagine a future I can be with you - I always imagine myself meeting my online followers and friends irl.

In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you - I often draw and write stories, and sometimes think of my friends while doing so.

The ink flows down into a dark puddle; just move your hand; write your way into his heart - I try to make content that everyone loves and try to make my friends happy.

But in this world of infinite choices, what will it take just to find that special day? What will it take just to find that special day? - I know that it's probably impossible to meet all my online friends, no matter how much I want to.

Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today? - When I roleplay with my friend, it's usually up to me to find what to do.

When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway - I always have fun whenever my bestest friends are here for me.

When I can't even read my own feelings, what good are words when a smile says it all? - Sometimes I don't know how to express myself, so all I can do is smile. Besides, a smile says a lot about someone's thoughts and emotions.

And if this world won't write me an ending, what will it take just for me to have it all? - There are things that scare me and make me think everything is going to end, but things always resolve, even if I don't have everything I want.

Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me? - Sometimes I end up sharing too many of my negative emotions to my friends.

Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free? - This relates to what I talked about previous chapter, and when I debate whether or not to stay with my friends or leave them alone.

The ink flows down into a dark puddle; how can I write love into reality? - Also relates to previous chapter, and it also expresses the fact I can't express how much I love all of you (platonically).

If I can't hear the sound if your heartbeat, what do you call love in your reality? - I don't know what things are like for all of you. Some of you struggle, some of you don't. Either way, I know all of you usually have your own way of expressing yourself.

And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you... ...I'll leave you be. - Also relating to last chapter and it shows no matter how much I want to make all of you happy, some wounds are impossible to heal.

Whew, that took a while to write.

I love that song, even if the lyrics are heartbreaking...
But anyway.

Sorry for this.