If it’s not life-threatening maybe it will be okay. Or I can keep going until it breaks. I’ll try since I feel better about it. I told myself I would do this and now that it’s my turn I have to do my part to make the voice in my head happy.

In FLCL Haruko tells Naota that nothing will happen until he swings the bat.

I used to really enjoy rainy days. Then I realized that to be an adult achieve my goals I would have to drive a car in the rain. That changed my perspective, or at least I let it change my perspective. I wish I didn’t have to care.

I have to believe that there is a reason for everything. If I stop believing, I will have no reason for optimism and no hope.

I was one of those kids who always rushed to get to the swings on the playground at the sound of the recess bell. Sometimes I was alone at the swings until people had eaten lunch but to deal with the aloneness I imagined that there were others at other schools who did the same thing and it was only chance and circumstance that had decided that they would go to their schools and I would go to mine. That was in the second grade.

I’ve always thought too much. The only thing I’ve learned from thinking is that I’d rather not have to. Wouldn’t it be nice to be a housecat and lounge around all day doing nothing? Actually, no. That wouldn’t work. I’d end up thinking too much since I didn’t have anything else to do, and then I’d get depressed and anti-social and not want to be around people anymore because I’d secretly think myself superior to them.

I don’t like secrets. In heaven my ideal world, all walls are made of a glass-like material.

At least I’m aware of a contradiction. Is that a start?