Years ago, my waking hours was all about talking, drawing and watching about anime with friends; and before I sleep, I recounted my own world with my beloved characters which the story went on for a decade--I was more religious with it than anything else. When my brother, the only person who understood my passion for anime, died, I thought I had to grew up. It was tough breathing in a world where people mock my difference, telling me to get a life or something. I wanted to shout the same thing at them. I already had my life, it's more amazing than yours. But then again, I had to let go, and I did. I felt terribly empty for 7 years and pretended I was never an Otaku. But FIRST LOVE NEVER DIES, Anime found me when I was lost. At this time, returning to my first love is a struggle cuz even my partner, who never knew that Anime made who I am, condemns it. It's so wonderful to be reconnected to Anime, a lasting love, happiness like no other, knowing that anime shows life in its fullest.
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Kinjie
Country: Philippines
Country: Philippines
