i really don't know what to say about this book. this is my first time reading a work by osamu dazai and i have no idea what kind of person he was but reading this makes me think he was a misogynist 😭 like the way women r talked about and treated in this book just irks me. but other than that, i was honestly expecting to really like this book--bc it's apparently his most popular book--but i couldn't really get into it. i felt like i could relate to yozo on some level. i understand well what he means by finding it hard to exist around and form genuine connections with people. i relate to feeling like i'm not truly understood by anyone around me. but yozo and i are so different, too, i think. i was just reading this and thinking, damn this guy cannot stop ruining his life 😭 he doesn't really remind me of myself, he reminds me more of my sister, in some ways. i can see how this book would have been good for anyone who seems to sort of see themselves in yozo, i guess? he was awful to me but i'm trying not to just think of him as an entirely good or bad person. he's complicated. and i fear that i honestly do not understand him that well 😞 so this wasn't that enjoying of a read for me.