A collection of error data will occur in my memory over time. The bugs will eventually become triggers and affect my behavior. These circumstances are unavoidable. Three years from now, on the morning of December 18th, I will reconstruct the world. I cannot prevent it. Because I am currently unable to identify exactly what the error data is.
As long as I exist in this world, my internal errors will continue to accumulate.
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.
Day 4: Favorite anime movie — Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya
December eighteenth, the wind blew down hard from the mountains like it was trying to freeze everything in its path. And something happened that pushed me down into a sea of despair, right down into the very pit of hell itself…