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everybody talking about the revstar anime is like "oboooboooo wait until you get to episode 7 ooooououououooo" bitch fucking episode TWO broke my heart
I was a kid raised by a very highly expectant Chinese mother. she always, always taught me my schoolwork was the most important thing I had. i pushed myself to go to a highly selective middle school, and then an even more selective high school, full of great challenges.
i pushed myself harder and harder and punished myself more and more until, one day, in sophomore year, i was hospitalized for suicidal intent.
but i kept going. i tried. and when I wasn& #39;t accepted for any one of the prestigious universities I applied for, I was crushed.
but i kept going. i tried. and when I wasn& #39;t accepted for any one of the prestigious universities I applied for, I was crushed.
so I was 17 going on 18, unsure of where my life at a simple local city college would lead me. and, somehow, despite all odds... popularity, recognition, and opportunity threw itself at my doorstep. and i couldn& #39;t pass it up. i had nothing else to devote myself to.
and i was elated. absolutely swept away with joy at, seemingly, the second chance at my life I& #39;d been given. finally, once again, I had something in my life that I could say justified the space I took on this planet.
but, enjoying all of the perks that my luck had afforded me... it took me almost a year to truly realize that this, too, held the weight of responsibility. and, more than once, it& #39;s become overwhelming for me to handle, as an 18 year old thrust into the limelight.
but that doesn& #39;t mean it& #39;s wrong to try. I& #39;ve been trying my best to live within my life& #39;s means. and... I don& #39;t think I still fully understand what that means, but I& #39;ll keep on going to school, and I& #39;ll keep on trying to do what I do best.
junna& #39;s inner strife spoke to me.
junna& #39;s inner strife spoke to me.
while I was watching this scene a mere couple dozen minutes ago, I was struck by how much I resonated with junna. stopped slouching back and started leaning in, watching the screen intently, clutching my desk. the feelings she conveyed hit... just close enough to home.
