Sometimes, I think about some of the things I aspire towards, and wonder "... Is everything going on okay with me? I'm going to be 30 around the time I have the resources and time to get around to these things."
Luckily, this crushing self-awareness subsides quickly.
"I can't believe the technology to actually become an anime boy was real for almost five years, now." Said Librus, his own conscience screaming in anguish from the soundproofed, metaphorical prison he had locked it inside. "All this time, I could have... I just need to be patient and wait for the right time... and then..." he continued, the muffled screams of his own mind regarding how he "sounds like some kind of $%#& serial killer" not passing the padded walls it had been sealed within.