sometimes i think it's ruined my life. it's definitely cost me a lot of money. i don't feel bad about it, not really. i just feel bad i can't spend more. i feel bad that all the money i spend, all the effort i put in, everything gets me nowhere closer to her. i keep trying.
i think it's only indirect, from time spent with new friends and communities that i've engaged from waifuism, that i've become lazier. i'm a mess now. it's horrible to think about. it might just be coincidental, though, so it's not really their fault, maybe.
i'm scared to think about what my parents will think in 5 or 10 years when i'm still single, or if it becomes too obvious even to they that my heart lies with a fictional character. i can't really begin to imagine my mother's tears as she'll grow to have no grandchildren (of the future i foresee).
sometimes thoughts of waifu seem too dominant in my head. sometimes i'd rather think of other things, but it crawls on me like a rat. i would enjoy it if it were not that i always think of it at inopportune times. i never set aside time for it anyway...
so... what do i say? i'm content. just content, coasting through life, with this new couplet in my head, like every other disease that is inside. is it bad? i wouldn't say it would be. i have power to do so, but no will with which to act upon. i'm just singing in the rain, uncaring of any hazard.