It pains me to see that you don’t care. I know that I brought this upon myself, but to make sure at a time like this is relevant. It’s this… make it or break it moment. It’s natural to place this decision in the climax—what’s left is to tune in and see how the plot unfolds. However, I am slowly realizing as time crawls by that life has given me another anticlimactic end. Destiny isn’t much of a great mangaka, maybe. I wouldn’t waste my time reading about my story nor looking forward to its anime adaptation. I have been waiting for months, and just when I thought the wait was over, here I am again on another standstill. If my love life was a microorganism, it’s in the lag phase. It’s even worse than my research progress for my thesis.

And at some times of the day I think I’m fine but when I look away from the superficiality of it all, I think that it’s just not the same anymore. It’s as if something simple was taken away from me, but everything’s changed. Like the removal of salt from dishes, everything’s just tasteless. Listless.