because i can.
confession #001 :
I have cried more over the death of a fictional character than for that of a family member (in-immediate, mind you, but it's not like i didnt know them..). that fact makes me both emabrassed and proud. apparently it's possible to feel both at once.
confession #002 :
even if i'm only 23, my age and the fear of getting old lingers in the back of my mind very often. lots premature gray hair has never helped.
confession #003 :
combining the two former confessions, my anime hobby has me a little worried that i'll be one of those people that fall in love with a 2d character, become convinced that 3d people fall short, and wind up creepy and friendless. i comfort myself by looking through
pixiv, like a smoker takes the 'edge off'. this worrying is extremely passive - the 'talk to me when i'm 30' or 'i don't really want kid anyways' kind.
bonus:
confession #004 :
since i'm a worst-case-scenario kind of gal, if i do wind up with child (be it adopted, stolen, or god forbid concieved), i will name it lelouch. i am dead-set on this. even if i adopt a 10 year old.. it's getting a make-over and being named lelouch. surely, this will make me care for the child. if he's the child i think i stole, he'll be all the better for it.