Sometimes...when we look at the World around us, we notice how short-lived Time seems to be; at the same time, though, we know...how long it can also be.  With this, we learn how to appreciate and care for those around us, the things we love, and what we like to do.  Time...is a never-ending force, a cruel one with your fate sealed along with it...and many others like you.

At least, that's what I had always thought.

Sorry, readers, but these past two weeks or whatever so...has been nothing but CHAOS. There was just drama from right to left for the Fun Jam groupie--well, for the Girls and me...and while everyone else was just so caught up in that, there was me.  Me.  Just trying to figuring everything out--with anyone else who even cares to figure anything out as well.

I've fixed up some things by confronting a few friends here and there, telling them how I really feel.  A BIG plus for me because I usually have HIGH pride.  I never really tell people how I feel.  I always thought it was a "sign of weakness."  But sometimes, you have to "lower" that pride of yours and be honest.  To get something done.  To get somewhere at least.  To change something, you know?

Just when I thought I got "everything pinned down"...I guess it just wasn't enough.

Because things began happening...with a very special friend as well.

When people change so slowly...yet so fast, if you know them long enough, it's scary.  Especially if their change is "bad."  You worry.  You want to do something.  You know...you need to do something.  To "snap" them back into reality.

Our World, readers, was purely based on crushes and "Family" love. 

We were innocent.

Or is that what we want to think ourselves as? "Innocent"?

We are a bunch of college kids over or at the age of 18 years-old.  Maybe a few of us even younger, because we are blessed with the brain of a mature young adult.  We are adults.  There's no point in denying that.  We are bound to be part of a world that is corrupt and grave and just nasty.  It is a place called "reality."

Mature cosplayers...know what's "reality" and what's not.

Isn't that right?


And what's real now is that when people change "for the worst" and they don't know it and they don't seem to care for those around them anymore--it's like...they're "lost" for good or something.  But me... I foolishly hope that there's still a "tiny" part of the REAL them...in there...inside of themselves.  I am a fool, and I want to believe in it so badly...so bad.

Our World was once REAL.  A place based on pure crushes and Family love.  A place where there was an "okaa-san", "onee-chan", "otou-san", "imooto", and such...  Where we were always having so much fun and no one would get hurt at all.

But now people are hurting...and it's become a huge "joke" to me.  The World...is now a PLAY for all of us, where we are forced to "pretend" to be someone we're not...and we're pretending to be "happy" because the person next to us is "happy."  It's a never-ending vicious cycle that I want to stop...and if no one's going to talk about it, I will.  Let me be one of the FEWEST people out there to do something.  Do play something "real." I don't want to see people get hurt anymore.  I can't stand for something so "injustice."  Where's "justice" when we need it the most? Where????

...Let me tell you something.

There is no "real" justice.

It comes to you when you least expect it.

When something's wrong, and you know it's wrong, morally wrong...would you sit by or stand up?


In addition, this all...is connected to a moment I know that most people must've experienced at least once in their lifetime.  A moment in which they know what's the definition, of what it really means to be a "true friend" to someone...but they forget.  Or maybe they don't think about their own friends at all.



People...should never hurt each other on purpose over something so unreasonable, something that isn't worth of breaking a bond of Friendship and compassion.

All this thinking, all this chaos...isn't helping me work on cosplay any better than before.  I get so upset, I don't even want to look at them when I get home from the University... 

What would you do, readers?

I would confront it, face the situation...because it's not going to go away if you turn away from it.  It's like your bedroom wall, you know.  It's just always going to be there unless you smash it from something hard and sharp enough to break it.  It's a situation I can't ignore or run away from...  I have to do something to get the situation moving, to get it somewhere at least...

...and I just thought everything was getting "better."

We were so "happy."


We were.

But I'm going to have write out the "ending" for this chapter.

How will it end?


-Yoko