Anonymous
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6/15/2025, 10:42:03 PM No.507513116
I was twelve when anime infected me—a single click to escape my parents’ daily screaming matches echoing through our soulless suburban wasteland. Their marriage was just a never-ending war, two losers trapped together, always blaming each other for how broken I turned out, never looking in the mirror. Anime wasn’t a choice. It was a side effect of being raised in a house with no love, just noise. Teto Kasane wasn’t a waifu, she was an anesthetic. I dove into endless fanfiction, porn, every flavor of digital escapism, because real life was just my parents bickering about who ruined me more.
By fifteen I couldn’t see real women as anything but bland glitches. School? Pointless. Skills? None. Just more anime, more internet, more isolation. My parents screamed about how “lazy” I was, never realizing they made me this way—just fighting and fighting, using me as a punchline in their blame game. Now I’m 24, can’t work, can’t love, can’t feel. Anime didn’t ruin me. My parents did. Teto just made the decline less lonely. Nothing matters. No one wins.
By fifteen I couldn’t see real women as anything but bland glitches. School? Pointless. Skills? None. Just more anime, more internet, more isolation. My parents screamed about how “lazy” I was, never realizing they made me this way—just fighting and fighting, using me as a punchline in their blame game. Now I’m 24, can’t work, can’t love, can’t feel. Anime didn’t ruin me. My parents did. Teto just made the decline less lonely. Nothing matters. No one wins.
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