dear finals week,
please be over already
my head hurts so much. my stomach hurts so much. ughhhh i'm just like. not going to touch caffeine for the next three months.
i hate you, hell block. why are all the finals for my hell block today?
So that video I posted yesterday.
Yeah. I'm fansubbing it out of boredom.
I was looking over those translations I linked everyone to while I was timing, too. I realized how bad they were. So right now, I'm translating it myself. I'm not very far yet, but what I have so far is pretty different. Idea is...kind of the same, but my translations, I hope, are much more precise.
And I might end up re-roomaji-ing it myself, too.
I'm done timing lines now, but I still need to do karaoke timing.
Also, learn how to typeset.
Oh god, I need a life.
Oh well, if anything, I learned that my moonspeak is not as bad as I thought.
TWILIGHT, PRZ TO BE GETTING OUT OF MY MUSE!!!!!!!
sob I do like the new attention, but TWILIGHT IS THE WRONG PLACE TO BE GETTING IT FROM.
THIS WEEK IS GOING TO RAPE ME, MURDER ME, THEN SKIN ME. IN THAT ORDER IF I'M LUCKY.
/SHOT FOR FIREFLY REFERENCE
I keep going between WEEEEEE LALALALA~ I DON'T CARE ABOUT AAAAANYTHING and ALSDKFJSLKDJFLSKDJFLKSJDFLKSJDOLCISLDKJ AP STRESS SOBBBBBB and it is painful orz
and to make matters worse, I currently have a 89.8% in programming. FML
and a 79% in math, which I think has gone down since orz i don't deserve to be asian sob sob sob
oh may, you have always been my least favorite month sob
That won't change anything. Not even the nature of our friendship, because I value your happiness over my own.
I'd say that if I were a strong enough person.
But the truth of the matter is that I'm not. Not anymore, anyway. I haven't been in years, and I'll admit that I fashioned my own downfall.
Cutting an addiction cold turkey is fast, but ineffective if you don't have the willpower. Somewhere along the line, I grew addicted to you. Technically, it was the dopamine rush I came to associate with you, but it's an addiction nonetheless. I need you, I really do, but it kind of went from a platonic need to a sick kind of dependency. But you understood, you always understood, and I ended up just expecting that from you. Even now, you're still important to me, and I knew that I never was. You never told me that you cared about me unless I explicitly asked you, after all.
616 days later, it's the third strike.
It feels almost like a waste, but I knew from the beginning that it was futile. It was my own fault for letting it go out of control like this and letting myself live in my own delusions like this.
293 days since I realized I was in love with you.
293 days of missed chances. And I know, yesterday was my last chance to say it, and I chose not to.
But it's fine now. I've finally learned how to let go.
Maybe I'll regret this later, but this is just another hurdle for me to jump in order to grow up. And this is the only way I know how.
So, I guess this is goodbye.