Never-Ending School Daze...

... has finally ended.

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When I started again, /because I did read my posts again/, I realized just by reading how much pain, I had when Allen left. Now my mind, being more twisted than ever, never really understood why I sulked by the mere fact that I wouldn't see Allen.

I contemplated things but I reached into a fair conclusion.

I'm scared of being separated... because once I broke the thin line connecting me to other people... I'd forget them... like that girl in Isshuukan Friends. Come Monday, she'll forget everything that happened. Like Latifa in Amagi Brilliant Park, whenever April would come, she'd forget all the memories and had to start from scratch. They knew it'd happened and they simply want to prevent it. That's why I don't like making connections with people. What's the point of having them if I'll forget them so quickly?

They'd say the mind may forget but the heart will remember. The heart controls your life while the brain controls your body or at least that's what I think. When your heart stops pumping, your life altogether ends. But when your brain is dead, your life fades away. Breathing but not living.

What's the point of the heart that remembers if the brain that sends messages does not respond at all?

I think it's more of the psychological explanation that feelings you think that came from the heart triggers memories. Ok, I'm done and gone. This post is getting too sappy.

And to add, I've fairly well-balanced my grades and my otaku life.