It's 1:30 AM (yawns). I just finished Attack on Titan, and I feel completely gutted. It's a profound anime, truly heartbreaking, and I'm left with both admiration and a strange sense of disappointment that it didn't end happily. I keep thinking how different it would have been to watch it without any spoilers.
Earlier today, I went to Central for a bit, and my brother took me to a sushi buffet. It was incredibly expensive—the most I've ever paid for a meal (laughs)—but it was delicious, and I got to try so many new things. Later, I spent time reading up on Attack on Titan and asking AI about plot points that still confused me, which helped piece things together.
I'm heading to bed now, even though I have to be up by 8 AM. My sleep schedule has been a mess lately. When I get hooked on an anime like this, I can focus intensely, but it also drains me. All that dopamine stimulation makes my brain feel blurry and slow after a while, and bad sleep always leads to that familiar headache. I know it's not good, but sometimes I just let it happen (laughs). Attack on Titan will definitely stay with me. I hope I can watch it again someday, but I'm not sure my heart can take it.