reading rumiko takahashi's manga leaves a bitter feeling.
the love is beautiful, but it makes me aware of what i want and yet do not have.
nothing in this world is everlasting.
i know it is merely fiction.
but..
it seems to leave me feeling that things would be better if i could have that sort of presence around me... someone happy and goofy and stupid.. but would do anything for you.
it is kinda crazy isnt it.
anyway.
the void of what could be, i can only feed it with food..
i am so sick of work.
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